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The end was drawing on: the golden bowl was breaking; the silver cord was fast being loosed; that animula blandula, vagula, hospes, comesque, was about to flee. The body and the soul companions for sixty years were being sundered, and taking leave.
"Animula vagula, blandula, Hospes comesque corporis," graduates into the higher sensitiveness of the lower class of animals. Nor need we hesitate to recognize the fine gradations from simple sensitiveness and volition to the higher instinctive and to the other psychical manifestations of the higher brute animals. The gradation is undoubted, however we may explain it.
"Animula vagula, blandula, Hospes, comesque corporis, Quae nunc abibis in loca, Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nee, ut soles, dabis jocos?" It sounds a little gloomy as a quotation, but, fortunately for Germany and the Emperor, for "nunc" can be put, pace the poet, the indefinite, yet all too definite, "aliquando."
"Immo age, et a prima, dic, hospes, originc nobis." The effusions themselves are full of fortunate allusions, ludicrous terms, artful panegyric, and well-aimed satire. The verses are at times far superior to the occasion, and the whole is distinguished by a taste, both in language and matter, perfectly pure and classical; but they are mere occasional productions.
According to his means. So Ann. 4, 23: fortunae inops. Defecere, sc. epulae. Quam exhausta sint, quae apparata erant, cf. 24: omnia defecerunt. Hospes. Properly stranger; and hence either guest or host. Here the latter. Comes. Guest. So Guen. and the common editions.
The following epitaph, although belonging to a much later period, is not unworthy to have a place here. It is the stone that speaks: -Hospes, quod deico, paullum est. Asta ac pellige.
Suddenly, without opening his eyes, Benjamin Wright began: "'Animula vagula blandula, Hospes comesque corporis, Qua nunc abibis in loca? "What do you think, Lavendar?" "It will return to God, who gave it," said Dr. Lavendar. There was another silence; until he wakened to say, brightly, "Simmons, you freckled nigger, you'd better wring their necks, now, I guess."
'The commission has its spies watching you constantly. Calculated to inspire confidence in the most timid soul! Now we come to the soup course: Smith and Perkins' Potted Chowder. Date of November third. Er Bert here's something er really worth while, now. Hark to the song of the pin." He read sonorously: "Animula, vagula, Bandula, Hospes, comesque corporis; Quaenunc abibis in loca?"
The caressing tone in which the Emperor Hadrian addresses his soul is very much like that of an old person talking with a grandchild or some other pet: "Animula, vagula, blandula, Hospes comesque corporis." "Dear little, flitting, pleasing sprite, The body's comrade and its guest." How like the language of Catullus to Lesbia's sparrow!
The end was drawing on: the golden bowl was breaking; the silver cord was fast being loosed that animula, blandula, vagula, hospes, comesque, was about to flee. The body and the soul companions for sixty years were being sundered, and taking leave.
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