Virgo, seu rosa pullulans, Tantum quippe nitent ut nequeant mori? Rident te? Neque enim soles Prædæ parcere, dum flos adoleverit, MY BROTHER. My boyish days are nearly gone, And life will take a darker hue And I have made me bosom friends, And loved and linked my heart with others; But who with mine his spirit blends As mine was blended with my brother's? “Ille meos, primum qui me sibi junxit, amores Abstulit. Ille habeat secum servetque sepulcro.” Pergen, iv. 28. PRÆTEREUNT nostræ, vel præteriere, juventæ Tincta novis (frater nesciit illa) malis. Nunc etiam quicunque viris solet esse libido Torva regunt animum truxque caterva meum : Qua vero partem illam animæ, pars altera, quæram? |