Note 21 — Chapter XV · THE FRAGMENTS OF ÆSCHYLUS, SOPHOCLES, AND EURIPIDES.

This love-disease is a delightful trouble; Well might I shadow forth its power as thus: When the clear, eager frost has fallen, boys Seize with their fingers the firm frozen ice, And first they feel an unaccustomed pleasure, But in the end it melts, and they to leave it Or in their hands to hold it know not how; Even so the same desire drives wilful lovers To do and not to do by frequent changes.