Dialogue

1 Phaedr|      beginning.~SOCRATES: Yes, my sweet one; but you must first
2 Phaedr| delightful is the breeze:—so very sweet; and there is a sound in
3 Phaedr|       violence.~SOCRATES: But, my sweet Phaedrus, how ridiculous
4 Phaedr|           reprovers of their most sweet converse; he will even cast
5 Phaedr|  unconscious, Phaedrus, that the ‘sweet elbow’ (A proverb, like ‘
6 Phaedr|      which cannot be had, meaning sweet things which, like the elbow,
7 Phaedr|     unaware of the fact that this sweet elbow of theirs is also
8 Phaedr|       have ended. Am I not right, sweet Phaedrus?~PHAEDRUS: Yes,