THIS INTRODUCETH TO MIE LIBRARIE. FROM moulderinge Abbayes' darke Scriptorium broughte And uncial letterres' wizarde grammarie. View mie Fyfthteeneres in their ruggedde line; DRURIE. IN MUSÆI. MEI. ADITU. PONTIFICUM. VIDEAS. PENETRALIBUS. ERUTA. LABSIS ANTIQUAS. MONACHUM . VELLERA. PASSA. MANUS ET VETERES. PUNCTO SINE. DIVISORE. PAPYROS QUÆQUE. FREMIT. MONSTRIS . LITERA. PICTA . SUIS ÆTATIS. DECIME. SPECTES. INDUSTRIA. QUINTE QUAM. PULCRA. ARCHETYPOS.IMPRIMAT.ARTE.DUCES ALDINAS. ÆDES. INEUNS. ET. LIMINA. JUNTE QUOSQUE. SUOS. STEPHANUS. VELLET. HABERE. LARES H. J. T. D. : PRECEDENCE. 'SIR, will you please to walk before?? ، Excuse me Sir, I'll not go first:' Well if I must be rude, I must But yet I wish I could evade it; 'Tis strangely clownish-be persuaded.' Go forward cits-go forward squires; Nor scruple each what each admires. Life squares not friends with your proceeding, It flies while you display your breeding : SHENSTONE. THE QUIET OLD LADY. THERE was an old woman lived under a hill, And if she's not gone, she lives there still. GAMMER GURTON. 1 PRÆCEDERE. 'I PRE, pone sequar, Domine'-' haud præcedere possum'' I prece te rogito: foribus quin proximus adstas!' 'Juro Phœbeos crines, pede figor'-' at hæc est Nostra domus, reputa'-'Veniam da, non prior ibo!' 'Quam sit inurbanum novi, at parere necesse est; Longe aliter facerem-precor O succumbe roganti.' Ite, præite aliis alii, vos quotquot ab urbe, Armigeri quotquot proceres de rure: nec id quod Pectore amat toto, sibi quisque assumere nolit. Vita brevis male se vestris accommodat hisce Usubus; illa fugit, dum vos ornatis ad unguem Exhibitos mores, quales docuisset ineptæ Garrulitas aviæ, aut balbi præcepta Bathylli. Asper et incultus veniat quis, sit simul idem Ebriolus, paulum aut demens, qui calce faceto Urgens de tergo, scalas abscondere cogat. Sed quid ego plura? En præsto stat Mors! nisi vultis Ire, hæc attonitos protrudet et ire negantes. B. ANUS TRANQUILLA. LEGIT Anus sub colle domum: domus illa morantem, F. H. THE BUD. LATELY on yonder swelling bush, Still as I did the leaves inspire, With such a purple light they shone, If our loose breath so much can do, When Flavia it aspires to move? WALLER. HARRY'S CALF. 'HARRY, I cannot think,' says Dick, PRIOR. |