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Here is a truly happy old man, as far as I can judge. Trygaeus
Ah! but what shall I be, when you see me presently dressed for the wedding? Chorus
Made young again by love and scented with perfumes,  your lot will be one we all shall envy. Trygaeus
And when I lie beside her and fondle her breasts? Chorus
Oh! then you will be happier than those spinning-tops who call Carcinus their father. Trygaeus
 And I well deserve it; have I not bestridden a beetle to save the Greeks, who now, thanks to me, can make love at their ease and sleep peacefully on their farms?