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"Avis in ramo tecta laremque parat."

STABAM multa movens, studio sic pastus inani,
Somnia per vacuum dum fervent mille cerebrum :
Jamque canora mihi supra caput adstitit ales,
Et liquido Philomela modos e gutture fudit.
Obstupui; raptusque nova dulcedine dixi,

"Quanto oculis potior, quam traximus aure, voluptas." Meque simul volui sumtis quatere æthera pennis.

"Fortunata nimis! Tibi retia nulla timori,

Te nullus labor urget, agis nec in horrea messes;
Nil conscire tibi, nulla tabescere culpa,
Sorte datum, quo plura petas, quo noxia vites.
At passim cibus, at sordent velamina nunquam :
Pocula sunt fontes liquidi tibi, fronsque cubile,
Nec memori veterum, nec mox ventura timenti.

"The dawning morn with songs thou dost pre

vent,

Set'st hundred notes unto thy feathered crew,
So each one tunes his pretty instrument,
And warbling out the old, begins anew.

And thus they pass their youth in summer

season,

Then follow thee into a better region,

Where winter's never felt by that sweet airy

legion."

ANNE BRADSTREET.

Ante dies quam lucet ades, modulansque catervæ Dividis aligera centum discrimina vocum.

Continuo ad cantum præludunt oribus illæ Suavisonis; peragunt opus instaurantque peracta. Hisque modis superante fovent æstate juventam. Te duce dein abeunt in fortunatius arvum Blanda volans legio, nulli penetrabile brumæ.”

SWEET DAY.

SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky:
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave,
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye:
Thy root is ever in its grave;

And thou must die.

Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My music shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,

Like seasoned timber, never gives;

But though the whole world turn to coal,

Then chiefly lives.

GEO. HERBERT.

"Parcent animæ fata superstiti."

Lux dulcis, cui tanta quies et frigus et ardor,
Terræ polique nuptiæ,

At flebit tua fata tamen sub vesperis horam
Ros, quippe leto debitæ.

Tuque, color cujus forti similisque minanti

Temere tuentum lumina

Præstringit; radice lates tenus usque sepulcro ; Et te perire fas, Rosa.

Dulces Maia refers hilaris lucesque rosasque,

Thesaurus ingens dulcium.

Has sed in occasum me vergere disce magistro ; Perire nam fas omnia.

Dulces ergo animæ demum et virtutis amantes Durant, ut ilex arida;

In fumum ac cinerem vertatur mundus: at illæ

Tunc enitescent clarius.

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