Tempus Actum. PRISCORUM immemores esse sodalium, Acti, care comes, temporis ob dies, Flores in calathis nos amaranthinos Quin solem ad medium margine fontium Amplexum, comes o fide, morabimur Depromptæ quis erit jam modus amphora, Acti temporis ob dies? Potantes cyathi fodere, mutuum Cingemurque pia tempora pampino, Acti temporis ob dies. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. Burns. The Secret. HERE, Chloe, dear Chloe, I'll tell you some news; Δ. The Kiss. O LADIE faire, When by that holie Boke I see thee sweare, Oh what an ever-blessed Page thou art! Marrie, give me that kisse, The drie regardlesse Prynte wotteth not what it is. Δ. Acti, care comes, temporis ob dies, Acti temporis ob dies! H. D. Composito rumpit vocem et se destinat aræ. ΔΕΥΡΟ μοι ἐλθὲ, Χλόη μαλὰ γὰρ λόγον ἄρτι διδαχθὴν Δύσκολον ἀρρητόν τ ̓ ἀλλὰ σοὶ ἐξερέω. Τήνδε θύραν μοι κλεῖσον· ἰδοῦσ ̓ ἅμα, μή τις αλιτρὸς Κρυπταδίῃ παρίων, ὅττι πέρ ἐστι, μαθῇ. Πῶς εἴπω; χαλεπὸν τὸ λέγειν, χαλεπόν τε τὸ σιγαν Ἀλλ ̓ ἐν τῷ σιγᾷν οὐδέν—ΕΡΩ ΣΕ, ΧΛΟΗ. H.D. Basíum. CUM labra imponens sacrum premis ore libellum, Quam vellem liber iste forem!-mihi basia serva; Non capit illecebras arida charta tuas. Η. Η. Giles Collins and Proud Lady Anna. GILES Collins he said to his old mother, His mother she made him some water-gruel, Lady Anna was sitting at a window, What bear ye there, ye six strong men, 'We bear the body of Giles Collins, Who for love of you did die, die, Who for love of you did die.' 'Set him down! set him down!' Lady Anna she cried, 'On the grass that grows so green; To-morrow before the clock strikes ten, Anna et Corydon. 'O GENETRIX!' lecto Corydon sic orsus ab ægro, 'O capiti, genetrix, indue vela meo; 'Proximus adveniat, pagi qui cura, sacerdos; Cras ego deponar mortuus ante fores." De mensa cochleare capax rapit anxia mater, Nocturnam in patula vestem mitramque fenestra Assiduo reparans Anna suebat acu, Quum videt, et stupuit !—neque enim formosius unquam Viderat Esquilios ire cadaver agros. 'Dicite, proceri O comites, quæ ducitis illic Funera? quodve humeros desuper urget onus?' 'Ducimus ad tumulum Corydonis inania membra, Me miseram! precibus cur non ego busta piavi? 'Ponite, in hac viridi ponite corpus humo. 'Ossibus ossa teram, thalamoque includar eodem ; |