ἑκών θ ̓ ἑκόντα τόνδ' ἐδεξάμην τρόχιν.
ἔχω δὲ παῖδα πιστόν, εὐνοίας πλέων
ὡς οὔποτ ̓ ἄλλος δεσπότης ἐκτήσατο.
πέμψω δ ̓ ἐγώ νιν σοὶ διάκονον πέλειν
ἡμῶν τ ̓ ἔρωτος ἄγγελον κεκρυμμένου.

J. F.

Stemmata quid faciunt?

NCLUTA multorum per nomina, Pontice, patrum
Deducta est ad te linea clara diu:

Sic via deducta est Romanis incluta fabris;

Sic in stagnanti desiit illa luto.

IN

C. G. G.

Quid pure tranquillet.

ON honoribus neqve

Gradu neqve aere, qvantum in urbe Roma est

Publici, stat aurea

Qvies: neqve agri latius patentis
Duplicata iugera,

Nec evolutum qvidqvid est librorum
Umbilicum ad ultimum

Reddet beatos parte nos ab omni.

Si perenne gaudium

Sedem in qvieta mente non habebit,

Sis licebit inclytus,

Doctus, locuples, non beatus idem

Iure nuncupaberis.

Breve est, in epulis qvidqvid aut in auro

Dulce mens perennium

Seges leporum est cuiqve, mens dolorum.

T. S. E.

Katherine and Grumio.

Kath.

PR'YTHEE go, and get me some repast;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot!
Kath. 'Tis passing good; I pr'ythee let me have it.
Gru. I fear, it is too cholerick a meat:-
How say you to a fat tripe, finely broiled?

Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis cholerick.
What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard?
Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.

Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.

Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef.
Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave,
That feed'st me with the very name of meat:
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,

That triumph thus upon my misery!
Go, get thee gone, I say.

SHAKESPEARE.

The Lucre of Wisdom.

Pracht, Reichthum, eitle Lust kann sie uns nicht gewähren ; Was gibt die Weisheit uns?—Den Geist, das zu entbehren.

KAESTNER.

Quid dem? quid non dem?

Κ. ἀλλ ̓ οὖν ἀνύσας τι δεῖπνον ἐνσκεύαζέ μοι,
ὁποῖον ἀμελῶ βρῶμ', ἐάνπερ υγιές κ.

Γ. ἀλλ ̓ ἡδέως ἂν καταφάγοις μόσχου πόδα;
Κ. ἥδιστά γ', ὦ παῖ· τοῦτ ̓ ἀνύσας παραθες σύ μοι.
Γ. καίτοι φοβοῦμαι μὴ μάλ ̓ ὀξύθυμον

τοῦτ', ἀλλὰ πῶς σε κοιλία προσίεται
λιπαρά τε καὶ κάλλιστ' ἐπηνθρακισμένη ;
Κ. πάντως μὲν οὖν· ἀλλ ̓, ὠγάθ', ἐνσκεύαζέ μοι.
Γ. καὶ τοῦτ ̓ ἀπορῶ γε μή περ ὀξύθυμον ᾖ.
πῶς νάπυ καὶ βόειά σοι πρὸς ἡδονήν ;
Κ. ἐδέσμαθ' οἵων δὴ πασαίμην ἂν φίλως.
Γ. ἀλλ ̓ ὀξὺ γὰρ τὸ ναπυ θερμότερόν τέ τι.
Κ. δὸς οὖν τὰ βόεια, τὸ δέ γε νάπυ χαιρέτω.
Γ. οὐκ. ἀλλὰ καὶ τὸ ναπύ γ' ἕξεις, εἰ δὲ μὴ

Το

οὐδὲν βοείων τοῦδε πάρα λήψει κρεῶν.
Κ. ἑκάτερον οὖν ἢ θάτερον, εἴθ' ὅ τι δὴ θέλεις.
Γ. δέξαι μὲν οὖν τὸ νᾶπυ, τὰ δὲ βόεια μή.
Κ. βάλλ' ἐς κόρακας, ὦ δόλιε κἀπίτριπτε σύ·
αὐτῶν κρεῶν ὀνόματι προσφέρβεις ἐμέ.
ἀπόλοιο καὶ σὺ καὶ τὸ πάνδημον γένος
τῶν ξυμφοραῖσιν ὧδ ̓ ἐπιχαιρόντων ἐμαῖς.
βάλλ ̓ ἐς κόρακας σὲ τὸν μιαρώτατον λέγω.

Τ. S. Ε.

N

Sapientia.

ON dat divitias Sapientia, non dat honores,
Non vana luxus gaudia :

Die igitur, Sapiens, qvid dat Sapientia ? Rebus
Carere posse talibus.

Κ.

Eve at the Fountain.

HAT day I oft remember, when from sleep
I first awaked, and found myself reposed

Under a shade on flowers, much wondering where
And what I was, whence thither brought, and how.
Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound
Of waters issued from a cave, and spread
Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved,
Pure as the expanse of heaven; I thither went
With unexperienced thought, and laid me down
On the green bank, to look into the clear
Smooth lake, that to me seemed another sky.
As I bent down to look, just opposite
A shape within the watery gleam appeared,
Bending to look on me: I started back,
It started back; but pleased I soon returned,
Pleased it returned as soon with answering looks
Of sympathy and love: there I had fixed

Mine eyes till now,

and pined with vain desire,

Had not a voice thus warned me: What thou seest,

What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself;

With thee it came and goes.

MILTON.

The Blind Goddess.

HE good live poor, and thou dost waste
On rogues, dame Fortune, all thou hast :
Well did the poets feign thee blind:
But was it in the eyes or mind?

S. A.

Imaginis Umbra.

ULTA mihi redit illa dies, cum prima sopores Excussi recubantem in floribus umbra tegebat Frondea: sic iacui multum meditata, qvid essem Qvaqve, tulisset eo qvae fors atqve unde locorum. Haud procul inde latex saliens strepitabat aqvai Spelunca, liqvidumqve patescens latus in aeqvor Stabat caeruleus caeliqve exemplar aperti. Huc animi imprudens deveni membraqve porro Fusa dedi virides per ripas, inqve tuebar Marmora pura lacus splendentiaqve aetheris instar Alterius. Dum procumbo tueorqve, per undam Ecce relucentem contraria fulsit imago, Procumbenti eadem similis similisqve tuenti. Absilio; absilit illa: recurro laeta; recurrit Laeta, paremqve pari vultu promittit amorem. Sicut eram, speculans steteram perfixaqve vano Tabueram desiderio, nisi missa per aures Vox monuisset ibi, Te, formosissima rerum, Te specularis; adest tecum pariterqve recedit.

T. S. E.

Σκότον δεδορκώς.

Πολλάκις ἐν πενίῃ βίοτον διάγουσιν ἄριστοι,
καὶ τὰ σὰ λῷστα, Τύχη, δῶρα φέρουσι κακοί.
εὖ γε, θεά, τυφλὴν ἔμεναί σε λέγουσιν ἀοιδοί,
εἴτ' ἀλαὸς φρεσὶν εἴτε ὄμμασιν οὖσα κυρεῖς.

W. F.