XVI. O QUÆ tendis iter plagas ad Austri Tectum, quæ refero tibi volanti Cui tu-nam pariter Notique et Austri Hunc dicas, stabilem fide, benignum, O tell her brief is life, but love is long, O swallow, flying from the golden woods, Fly to her and pipe and woo her and make her mine, And tell her, tell her, that I follow thee. TENNYSON, The Princess. Dic illi breve tempus esse vitæ, XVII. STILL to be neat, still to be drest, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face Robes loosely flowing, hair as free; Such sweet neglect more taketh me They strike mine eye, but not my heart. BEN JONSON. XVII. QUORSUM munditiis studere semper Convivæ similem, comasque odore Semper pulvereo, linique nardo? Quamvis principia artium latescunt, Tamen, Cynthia, nonnihil verendum est, Sincerum ut niteas, probeque fragres. Mallem te faciem referre, qualis |