IN CALAMITATEM. QUE Sævo domitos imperio regis Flagris improba ferreis Pertentans homines; unde adamantinis Seris pectora luctibus, Nec puri sceleris non animi dolent; Te vano gemitu tremunt. Cum lectam generi mittere filiam Virtutem, tibi diam Commisit sobolem Deus, Ut prudens teneræ pectora fingeres. Nutrix aspera, longis Virtus temporibus tulit! . Sensit, qua miseris fracta doloribus Mens cura gemeret: sensit, et haud suo, Te perdocta magistra, Luctu tangitur invicem. L. SANDY'S GHOST. THE Moon had climbed the highest hill Her silvery light o'er tower and tree; When Mary laid her down to sleep, Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea, When low and soft a voice she heard 6 Say- Mary, weep no more for me.' She from her pillow gently raised Her head, to see who there might be; 'O Maiden dear, cold is my clay, 'O Maiden dear, thyself prepare, 'We soon shall meet upon that shore Loud crowed the cock; the Shadow fled; OLD BALLAD. ALEXIS UMBRA. QUOD perlucentis spectat cunabula Devæ, Luna super summum fulserat alba jugum ; Argentique faces Eoi a vertice cœli Sparserat in sylvas turrigerasque domos. In lecto composta suum jam Phyllis Alexin Sustulit a mosto tremulum caput illa cubili, 'Sternor ego exanimis, vita O mihi carior ipsa, Te procul accumbo morti-mea Phylli, quiescas; 6 Nequicquam quereris, quod tuus absit Amor. 'Suave meum, non longa mora est—modo mollia tangas • Numina quin sacra congrediamur humo; Qua manet inconcussa Fides, secura laborum ; Qua nunquam amplexu diripiere meo.' Fortiter increpuit gallus: vaga fugit Imago: TAFFY WAS A WELSHMAN. TAFFY was a Welshman, and Taffy was a thief, the marrow bone and beat about his head. GAMMER GURTON. MAD TOM. I AM mad Tom, behold me! My senses are gone from me; I'm past all cure, And Bedlam scarce can hold me. I'll climb yon lofty mountain, And there I'll fight the gypsies ; I'll play at bowls With the sun and moon, And beat them both to eclipses. I'm wiser than Apollo; For while he lay a sleeping, I saw the stars At mortal jars, While Vulcan was a weeping. ANON. QUOD FECERIM CUM TAFFIO. Ille aberat-rediitque meos, velut ante, penates F. H. THOMAS DEMENS. ECCE, furens Thomas! Sensus fugere, nec ullam Impiger adversi scandam juga devia montis, Non quenquam fugio vel Apolline doctior ipso; Ω. |