’Twill outlast the decayed light-heartedness
Of Horace: ’tis more suitable besides
For plain intelligence, and it should
The world.
Pau.You know I love it, but I fear
You work too hard. How is your health to-day?
Sen. A little headache only, and the old stiffness
In the back of my neck: ’tis gout. I think, Paullina,
That I should dine more frugally: to-day
Let it be roasted apples.