Gin you're sae douce ye sneer at this, Green grow the rushes 0: The sweetest hours that e'er I spent, Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Green grow the rushes 0: Green grow the rushes 0: The sweetest hours that e'er I spent, Were spent among the lasses O! BURNS. DICK'S NOSE. DICK cannot wipe his nostrils when he pleases, GREEK ANTHOLOGY. Tollitis frontes mihi qui severas, Virent junci fluviales, Junci prope lymphas : Ah quam ridet, quæ me videt Virgine exacta sibi gratulata est Junci prope lymphas : Ah quam ridet, quæ me videt Hora inter nymphas ! J. H. M. DE NASO RICARDI. RICARDUS nescit madidas emungere nares, Tam longe amotos non capit aure sonos. H. D. THE MAD DOG. GooD people all of every sort Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, In Islington there lived a man Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, A kind and gentle heart he had The naked every day he clad, And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. The dog and man at first were friends; But when a pique began, The dog to gain his private ends Went mad, and bit the man. CANIS RABIDUS. AUDITE, O cives, quovis ex ordine nati, Rure suburbano quidam vivebat, ut aiunt, Hostibus hic mansuetus erat, dilectus amicis, Illa forte canis sese stabulabat in urbe; Nec mirum est-multos urbs habet illa canes. Illic Spartanumque genus fortesque Molossi, Cum nondum lites indixerat unus et alter, Inde canis, quædam, credo, sibi commoda quærens, Around from all the neighbouring streets And swore the dog had lost his wits, The wound it seemed both sore and sad And while they swore the dog was mad, But soon a wonder came to light, The dog it was that died. GOLDSMITH. THE TROPIC SUN. AND now, my race of terror run, SCOTT. |