It was not so, however, with the other nations. […] Land, sea, and air were mixed up together; so that the earth was not solid, the sea was not fluid, nor the air transparent. […] “They till not the ground, they plough not the wave,     They labour not, never! […] Not a tear do they shed, not a sigh do they heave,     They are happy, for ever and ever!” […] Pretty, young, and winsome, she would have been loved by all had it not been for her inordinate pride, not in her personal advantages, but in her skill as a needlewoman.