although he will not put entreaties into Milo's
mouth, and prefers to commend him by his staunchness of character, still lends him words in the form
of such complaint as may become a brave man.1
“Alas!” he says, “my labours have been in vain!
Alas for my blighted hopes! Alas for my baffled
Appeals to pity should, however, always be brief,
and there is good reason for the saying that nothing
dries so quickly as tears.2
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