BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
29
"Younger they die, greater my praise redounds!"
"If she die old,—the sumptuous funeral!"
"Thou layest down a law the rich would like."
"How so? Did wit lurk there and 'scape thy sense?"
"Who could buy substitutes would die old men."
"It seems thou wilt not grant me, then, this grace?"
"This grace I will not grant: thou know'st my ways."
"Ways harsh to men, hateful to Gods, at least!"
"All things thou canst not have: my rights for me!"
