Miss Gryll. And therefore when beauty, and hope, and sympathy shone under a more propitious star, you followed its guidance. You could not help yourself:
What heart were his that could resist
That melancholy smile?
I shall flatter myself that I might have kept you if I had tried hard for it at first; but
Il pentirsi da sesto nulla giova.
No doubt you might have said with the old song,
I ne'er could any lustre see
In eyes that would not look on me.
But you scarcely gave me time to look on you before you were gone. You see, however, like our own Mirror of Knighthood, I make the best of my evil fate, and
Cheer myself up with ends of verse,
And sayings of philosophers.
Lord Curryfin. I am glad to see you so merry; for even if your heart were more deeply touched by another than it ever could have been by me, I think I may say of you, in your own manner,
So light a heel
Will never wear the everlasting flint.