The master burst into tears. “I can refuse him nothing,” he said, with a sob.
“And call the fair Pacifica,” cried the sovereign, “and I shall give her myself, as a dower, as many gold pieces as we can cram into this famous vase. Young man, rise up, and be happy!”
But Luca heard not; he was still kneeling at the feet of Raphael.—Louise de la Ramée.
By permission of the publishers, Chatto & Windus, London.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
—Shakespeare.
DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB’S ARMY
Lord Byron
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming with purple and gold,
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.