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dist di enavant in quant de isto die in posterum quantum et in adjudha et in cadhuna cosa si cum om per adjumento qualicunque caussa sic quomodo homo per si fazet; et abludher nul plaid nunquam prendrai, qui sic faciet; ab Lothario nullum consilium unquam accipiam, quod meon vol cist meon fradra Karlo in damno sit." mea voluntate isti meo fratri Carolo damnum
It is addressed "Ad Guillielmus Strachæum." In it Campion tells Strachey that although he has very few verses to give to his "old comrade," the man "who rejoiced in and made many competent verses," he will always be dear to him. He ends by calling him "summus pieridem unicusque cultor." The poem concludes almost as it began: "Strachaeo, veteri meo sodali" To Strachey, my old comrade.
Ego bis tricenis actis annis sine nota, Eques Romanus e lare egressus meo, Domum revertormimus ni mirum hoc die Uno plus vixi mihi quam vivendum fuit. * Porro, Quirites, libertatem perdimus." In these noble lines we see the native eloquence of a free spirit. But the poet's wrathful muse roused itself in vain.
The first Langham opened had a Latin dedication in a quavering old man's hand, 'Amico et discipulo meo, signed 'Fredericus Gulielmus Schelling. The next bore the autograph of Alexander von Humboldt, the next that of Boeckh, the famous classic, and so on.
'Ce n'est pas pour leurs beaux yeux au moins'. No, but for their own sakes, for commendations and applause. Let me then recommend this principle of vanity to you; act upon it 'meo periculo'; I promise you it will turn to your account. Practice all the arts that ever coquette did, to please. Be alert and indefatigable in making every man admire, and every woman in love with you.
And then, through GOD'S grace, shalt thou feel something of that heavenly food that feeds all Hallows, that thou mayest with liking sing the Maiden's Song, that is GOD'S Mother's, Magnificat anima mea dominum et exultavit spiritus meus in DEO salutari meo.
Mary Magdalen covered by her hair as with a robe of red gold, does it move us at all? Will it explain to us the rise of Florentine painting? "Ne desperetis, vos qui peccare soletis Exemploque meo vos reperate Deo." Those small pictures of the life of St. Mary, which surround her still with their beauty, do you even know what they mean?
The king looked at it, and with a look which, ever since he had become his own master, was ever piercing as the eagle's, observed an insulting device representing Holland arresting the progress of the sun, with this inscription: "In conspectu meo stetit sol." "In my presence the sun stands still," exclaimed the king, furiously. "Ah! you will hardly deny it now, I suppose."
"My soul doth magnify the Lord." 'Twas the song of gratitude, already chanted at the Grotto, and again springing from every heart: "/Et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salutari meo/." "And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour." Meantime it was with increasing, overflowing joy that Marie took part in that radiant ascent, by the colossal gradient way, towards the glowing Basilica.
Across the bright countryside the train triumphantly disappeared, resplendent, growling, chanting at the full pitch of its eight hundred voices: "Et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salutari meo." "And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour!"
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