III.

Siqua fædd fint in cellis,

Ollis, amphoris, patellis,

Juvat famulas adire,

Sorde turpes & punire,

Brachia, crura vellicamus,

Cutes ungue variamus.

IV.

Domus nocte fin profundâ

Scopis terfa, lauta, munda;

Non ancilla verrit gratis,
Habet premium puritatis.
In fandalio fic merenti
Stipem linquimus argenti.

V.

Super tuber, quafi menfam,
Mappam pandimus extenfam.

Sat

A Grain of Rye or Wheat

The Diet that we eat ;

Pearly Drops of Dew we drink,

In Acorn Cups fill'd to the Brink.

VI.

The Brains of Nightingales,

With unctious Fat of Snails,

Between two Cockles ftew'd,

Is Meat that's eas'ly chew'd,

And Brains of Worms and Marrow of Mice

Do make a Feast that's wondrous nice.

VII.

The Grasshopper, Gnat and Fly

Serve for our Minstrelfy,

Grace faid, we dance a-while,

And fo the Time beguile;

But if the Moon doth hide her Head,

The Gloworm lights us home to Bed.

VIII. O'er

Sat fuperque noftro pani

Moles eft unius grani:
Mentes hilarat liquore

Theca glandis plena rore.

VI.

Dein medulla mollicella

Murium, avium cerebella,

Inter teftulas coquenda,

Dente facili terenda,
Superabunt carnem bovis,

Vel Ambrofiam fummi Jovis.

VII.

Pulex, mufca amans aulæ,

Et cicada funt choraula,
Quarum dulcem ad camænam
Saltus agimus poft cœnam,
Lunam tectam noctiluca
Supplet radiis domiduca.

VIII. Gracias

VIII.

O'er Tops of dewy Grass

So nimbly we do pass,
The young and tender Stalk

Ne'er bends where we do walk;

Yet in the Morning may be seen,
Where we the Night before have been.

MR

PILA ex nive coacta.

E nive candenti petiit modo Julia; rebar Igne carere nivem, fed tamen ignis erat. Quid nive frigidius? noftrum tamen urere pectus Nix potuit manibus, Julia, missa tuis.

Quis locus infidiis dabitur mihi tutus amoris,
Frigore concreta fi latet ignis aqua?
Julia, fola potes noftras extinguere flammas;
Non nive, non glacie, fed potes igne pari.

J

Ulia, young Wanton, flung the gather'd Snow,

Nor fear'd I Burning from the watry Blow:

Tis cold, I cry'd; but ah! too soon I found,
Sent by that Hand it dealt a scorching Wound.
Refiftless Fair! we fly thy Pow'r in vain,
Who turn'ft to fiery Darts the frozen Rain.
Burn, Julia, burn like me, and that Defire

With Water which thou kindleft, quench with Fire.