“It does not die for lack of sustenance!”
Chry. I’m sure of that! your hospitality
Is world-renowned. Extend it, love, to me!
Oh, take me home again!
Daph.Home? no, not I!
Why I’ve a gallery of goddesses,
Fifty at least—half-dressed bacchantes, too—
Dryads and water-nymphs of every kind;
Suppose I find, when I go home to-day,
That they’ve all taken it into their heads