After a prosperous, but to me very wearisome, voyage, we came at last into port. Immediately on landing I got together my few effects; and, squeezing myself through the crowd, went into the nearest and humblest inn which first met my gaze.

Of what use were wings to a man fast bound in chains of iron?

All possible means were used by the infatuated parents to conclude the bargain; and deception put an end to these usual artifices.

In pain a new time is born.

What use would wings be to a man bound in iron fetters? They would only drive him to even greater despair.

Because it appears to me a hazardous thing to exchange my soul for my shadow.

In pain is a new time born.