It leaves no reader at a loss Or pos'd, whoever reads: Search Bodley's many thousands o'er! Nor yet in Granta's num'rous store No! Rival nonc in either host Of this was ever seen, Or, that contents could justly boast, . ENIGMA. PARVULA res, et acu minor est, et ineptior usu: Tertius in partes resecat, quartusque resectum Quæ tanti ingenii, quæ tanti est summa labors: AN ENIGMA. A NEEDLE Small, as small can be, Nor is my purchase dear! Yet though but little use we boast, Nor few artificers it asks, All skilful in their sev ral tasks, One fuses metal o'er the fire, The shears another plies, Who clips in lengths the brazen thread A fifth prepares, exact and round, His follower makes it fast: And with his mallet and his file To shape the point, employs awhile Now therefore, (Edipus! declare Its purpose with so much ado, PASSERES INDIGEN 4. COL. TRIN. CANT. COMMENSALES, INCOLA qui norit sedes, aut viserit hasce Newtoni egregii quas celebravit honos; Viditque et meminit, lætus fortasse videndo, Quam multa ad mensas advolitarit avis. Ille ncc ignorat, nidos ut, vere ineunte, Tecta per et forulos, et tabulata struat. Ut coram educat teneros ad pabula fœtus, Et paseat micis, quas det amica manus. Convivas quoties campanæ ad prandia pulsus Convocat, haud epulis certior hopes adest. Continuo jucunda simul vox fertur ad aures, Vicinos passer quisque relinquit agros, Hospitium ad notum properatur ; et ordine stantes Expectant panis fragmina quisque sua. Hos tainen, hos omnes, vix uno largior asse Sumptus per totam paseit alitque diem. Hunc unum, hunc medicum (nec quisquam invidotit assem) Indigena, hospitii jure, merentur avos SPARROWS SELF-DOMESTICATED IN TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. NONE ever shar'd the social feast, Their nests they weave in hope of crumbs, Hopping and chirping, close at hand, NULLI TE FACIAS NIMIS SODALEM PALPAT heram felis, gremic recumbans in anili; Nec gravibus multis excutit absque minis: FAMILIARITY DANGEROUS. As in her ancient mistress' lap, The youthful tabby lay, They gave each other many a tap, But strife ensues. Puss waxes warm, And with protruded claws Ploughs all the length of Lydia's arm, Mere wantonness the cause. At once, resentful of the deed, She shakes her to the ground With many a threat, that she shall bleed But, Lydia, bid thy fury rest, It was a venial stroke: For she that will with kittens jest, Should bear a kitten's joke. |