then have you ever noticed that crowned heads display more pleasure in attacking the bill of fare provided them, than private persons theirs?
no, rather the reverse (the poet answered); if anything, they show a less degree of gusto, unless they are vastly libelled.
have i not ever drawn nigh unto thee with cheerful look, waiting upon thy commands, attentive to thy signals?
wilt thou that i now depart from the great assembly of men?
(compare his jeu d'esprit about his burial, in which for a moment he puts on the 'silenus mask')
"my dearest cousin, cannot you tell me what has happened?" asked phoebe, with a sunny and tearful sympathy. "what is it that moves you so?"