No more is Hope or Fortune my concern, nor for what remains do I reck of your deceit; I have reached harbour. I am a poor man, but living in Freedom's company I turn my face away from wealth the scorner of poverty.
XXXV BREAK OF DAY JULIUS POLYAENUS
Hope evermore steals away life's period, till the last morning cuts short all those many businesses.
CHAPTER X
THE HUMAN COMEDY
I PROLOGUE STRATO
Seek not on my pages Priam at the altars nor Medea's and Niobe's woes, nor Itys in the hidden chambers, and the nightingales among the leaves; for of all these things former poets wrote abundantly; but mingling with the blithe Graces, sweet Love and the Wine-god; and grave looks become not them.
II FLOWER O' THE ROSE DIONYSIUS
You with the roses, you are fair as a rose; but what sell you? yourself, or your roses, or both together?