Page:Agamemnon (1877) Browning.djvu/130

114 That from my hateful slayers they exact too

Pay for the dead slave—easy-managed hand's work!

Alas for mortal matters! Happy-fortuned,—

Why, any shade would turn them: if unhappy,

By throws the wetting sponge has spoiled the picture!

And more by much in mortals this I pity.

The being well-to-do—

Insatiate a desire of this

Born with all mortals is,

Nor any is there who

Well-being forces off, aroints

From roofs whereat a finger points,

"No more come in!" exclaiming. This man, too,