Happy old man! Go where you will—
TALBOYS.
Ulysses and the Syrens. Had he my air-girdle, he would swim ashore.
NORTH.
"Oh, mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos!"
TALBOYS.
The words are regretful—but there is no regret in the voice that syllables them—it is clear as a bell, and as gladsome.
NORTH.
Talking of kissing, I hear one of the most melodious songs that ever flowed from lady's lip—
"The current that with gentle motion glides,
Thou knowest, being stopped, impatiently doth rage;
But when his fair course is not hindered,
He makes sweet music with th' enamelled stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;
And so by many winding nooks he strays
With willing sport to the wild ocean."