Vulnera mille ferens cæsa cum prole jacebis;

Fusa cruentato pallida forma solo:

Hostibus ante minax, domino nunc letifer ensis,

Actus erit dextra per tua corda tua: Omne pari cadet exitio; sceptrumque decusque; Et sua cum Sauli corpore tota domus.'

W. G. H.

Prabis Pueris quod accidit.

Bis salveto, ovium phalanx nigrorum!
Lanam, delicias meas, habetis?'

'O quidni duo sacculos habemus ?
En, unum dominæ, alterum magistro!
Sed pravus puer est in angiportu,

Et pravis pueris nihil feremus.'

H. D.

ΗΝ με τάχ

Suum cuique.

με τάχ' Ιλιόνῃ κατάγῃς, οὐ μίσθου ἀποίσεις χρύσεον, ἀλλ ̓ αὐτὴν ὄψεαι Ιλιόνην.

ERRANTEM reddas: non indotatus abibis:
Aspicies dominam, nec pete plura, meam.

H. J. H.

H. J. H.

Begone, Bull Care.

BEGONE, dull Care,

I pr'ythee begone from me;

Begone, dull Care,

Thou and I shall never agree.

Long time thou hast been tarrying here,

And fain thou wouldst me kill;

But i' faith, dull Care,

Thou never shalt have thy will.

Too much Care

Will turn a young man grey;

Too much Care

Will turn an old man to clay.

My wife shall dance and I will sing,

And merrily pass the day;

For I hold it one of the wisest things

To drive dull Care away.

So begone, dull Care,

I pr'ythee begone from me;
Begone, dull Care,

Thou and I shall never agree.

Jackson.

Atra Cura.

ΜΕΘΕΣ με, Φροντὶ λυγρά, καὶ φροῦδ' ἐς αἰθέρ ̓ ἔρρε μέθες με, Φροντὶ λυγρά· τί σοὶ γάρ ἐστι καμοί; πάλαι σὺ τῇδε φρουρεῖς, σοὶ δ ̓ ἀσμένῃ θάνοιμ ̓ ἄν μὰ Δι ̓ ἀλλὰ, Φροντὶ λυγρά, οὐχ, ὧν ἐρᾷς γε, τεύξει. ἐκ φροντίδος περιττῆς πολιαὶ νέῳ φύονται ἡ φροντὶς ἡ περιττή τύμβον γέροντα ποιεῖ. ἀλλ ̓ ᾆσομαι μὲν αὐτὸς, γυνὴ δὲ συγχορεύσει, ὑφ ̓ ἡδονῆς θ ̓ ὁ λοιπὸς διάζεται βίος νῷν·

ἐν πᾶσι γὰρ σοφοῖσιν
σοφώτατον νομίζω

τὸ φροντίδ ̓ ἐκσοβῆσαι.
μέθες οὖν με, Φροντὶ λυγρά,
καὶ φροῦδ' ἐς αἰθέρ ̓ ἔρρε
μέθες με, Φροντὶ λυγρά·
τί σοὶ γάρ ἐστι καμοί ;

F. M.

Samson Agonistes.

NOTHING is here for tears, nothing to wail,
Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt,
Dispraise or blame; nothing but well and fair,
And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Let us go find the body, where it lies

Soaked in his enemies' blood; and from the stream
With lavers pure and cleansing herbs wash off
The clotted gore. I, with what speed the while
(Gaza is not in plight to say us nay)

Will send for all my kindred, all my friends,

To fetch him hence, and solemnly attend

With silent obsequy and funeral train

Home to his father's house. There will I build him

A monument, and plant it round with shade
Of laurel ever green, and branching palm,
With all his trophies hung, and acts enrolled
In copious legend or sweet lyric song.
Thither shall all the valiant youth resort,
And from his memory inflame their breast
To matchless valour and adventures high:
The virgins also shall on feastful days
Visit his tomb with flowers, only bewailing
His lot unfortunate in nuptial choice,
From whence captivity and loss of eyes.

Milton.

Samson Agonistes.

TALIA nec lacrymas moveant, neque pectoris ægrum
Cum gemitu planctum: neque turpe aut debile quicquam
Aut miserum video; sed pulchræ gloria mortis,

Sed decus, et nostri superant solatia luctus.
Quin agimus: vos fœdum hostili cæde cadaver
Quærite, concretumque herbis purisque cruorem
Fontibus abluite. Interea mihi cura propinquos
Conglomerare meos, (neque enim jam Gaza volentes
Impedit,) et pleno comitantes agmine amicos;
Qui patrias illum, deflendum funus, ad aulas
Solennis referant per justa silentia pompæ.
Mox etiam lauro cingam monumenta perenni,
Hac exstructa manu, patulaque tropea sub umbra
Pendebunt platani, quæcunque a Marte triumphans
Abstulit; inscriptasque viri longo ordine dotes,
Vel lyrici mira ponam dulcedine cantus.
Hæc celebrent olim fortis monumenta juventus,
Accendentque animos, ut tanta exempla colentes
Protinus intrepidi sanctæ fastigia famæ
Affectent virtute nova; festisque diebus
Florea virgineæ fundent ibi serta catervæ,
Lævaque plorabunt hymenæi fata catenas
Artubus immisisse graves, oculisque tenebras.

L.