Death. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot: The weariest and most loathed worldly life To what we fear of death. Shakspeare. Nothing can come of nothing. THERE was an old woman called 'Nothing-at-all,' Gammer Gurton. Memento morí. ATTAMEN hinc ruere, et cæcis incurrere fatis, Agmina seu miserorum inter sine fine vagari, Per vacuas cœli jussa ululare vias: Horribile est!-Salvete, humani vos mala mundi Pessima, pauperies, vincla, senecta, labor! Morte procul, mortisque metu, vos pignora adeste, Vos comites vitæ, sit modo vita, meæ. W. J. L. Ex nihilo nil fit. QUÆ Nihili-omnino' gaudebat nomine, tectis Stabat hiulca Gigas expandens ora, domumque Ah! simul et miseram contumulabat Anum. F. H. Caroline. I'LL bid the hyacinth to blow, The holly bower and myrtle-tree. There all his wild-wood sweets to bring, Delight my rustling canopy. Come to my close and clust'ring bower, Fresh with the dews of fruit and flower, With all thy rural echoes come, Sweet comrade of the rosy Day; Where'er thy morning breath has played, Come to my blossom-woven shade, Thou wandering Wind of fairy land. For sure from some enchanted isle, Where Heaven and Love their sabbath hold, Where pure and happy spirits smile, Of beauty's fairest brightest mould; Carolina. FRAGRARE in pratis hyacinthina serta jubebo; Quaque tumens certat cum sacra laurea myrto, Illic delicias silvarum et frigora carpens Felicem Zephyrus pervolitabit humum; Ad mea saxa veni, et crinitum frondibus antrum, Ferque simul floresque novos et roscida mella, Concentu nemorum pleno, campique susurris, Qua matutino spirasti cunque volatu; Quascunque Oceani luseris inter aquas; Quippe ego crediderim fusos te nectare fontes, Puræ ubi sunt animæ, et Veneris pulcerrima proles, From some green Eden of the deep, Endeared, undoubting, undeceived; From some sweet Paradise afar Oh gentle gale of Eden bowers, Name to thy loved Elysian groves, Campbell. The Trabelled Puss. Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?' I've been to London to see the Queen.' 'Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?' 'I frightened a little mouse under the chair.' Gammer Gurton. |