IV. You think, no doubt, he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, No; not a single thought like that Or troubles it at all. V. He sees, that this great roundabout, Church, army, physic, law, It's customs, and it's businesses, And says-what says he?-Caw. VI. Thrice happy bird! I too have seen And, sick of having seen 'em, And such a head between 'em. AD GRILLUM ANACREONTICUM. BY VINCENT BOURNE. I. O qui meæ culina Et hospes es canorus, Jucundiore cantu Siquando me salutes, II. Diceris innocensque Ut sorices voraces, Vulgus domesticorum; Sed tutus in camini Recessibus, quiete Contentus et calore. III. Beatior Cicadâ, Quæ te referre formâ, Tu carmen integratum IV. Te nulla lux relinquit, Te nulla nox revisit, Non musicæ vacantem, Curisve non solutum : Quin amplies canendo, Quin amplies fruendo, Ætatulam, vel omni, Quam nos homunciones Absumimus querendo, Etate longiorem. III. THE CRICKET. TRANSLATION OF THE FOREGOING. I. LITTLE inmate, full of mirth, Chirping on my kitchen hearth, Such a strain as I can give. II. Thus thy praise shall be express'd, Inoffensive, welcome guest! While the rat is on the scout, And the mouse with curious snout, With what vermin else infest Ev'ry dish, and spoil the best; Frisking thus before the fire, Thou hast all thine heart's desire. III. Though in voice and shape they be Thou surpassest, happier far, IV. Neither night, nor dawn of day, Sing then-and extend thy span Far beyond the date of man. Wretched man, whose years are spent In repining discontent, Lives not, aged though he be, Half a span, compar'd with thee. |