SABRINAE COROLLA.

Naiadum pulcherrima.

ABRINA fair,

listen where thou art sitting

under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,

in twisted braids of lilies knitting

the loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; listen, for dear honour's sake,

Goddess of the silver lake,

listen and save.

Nymph of the Stream, now take a grateful Prayer.

IRGIN daughter of Locrine,

sprung of old Anchises' line,
may thy brimmèd waves for this

their full tribute never miss
from a thousand petty rills,
that tumble down the snowy bills:
summer drouth or singèd air
never scorch thy tresses fair;
nor wet October's torrent flood
thy molten crystal fill with mud:
may thy billows roll ashore
the beryl and the golden ore;
may thy lofty head be crowned
with many a tower and terrace round,
and here and there, thy banks upon,
groves of myrrh and cinnamon.

with

Song of the Dying Maiden.

AY a garland on my hearse,
of the dismal yew;

MILTON.

maidens, willow branches bear;

say I died true.

my love was false, but I was firm

from my hour of birth.

upon my buried body lie
lightly, gentle earth.

FLETCHER.

A Fine Day.

F woolly fleeces strew the heavenly way, be sure no rain disturbs the summer day.

OLD SAW.

Merces tibi defluat.

IRGO, Locrini filia, quae sene deducis Anchisa eximium genus, tu semper undarum tributo meritis saturanda curras, pro quas mille rivi dent tibi parvuli lapsi nivosis praecipites iugis: ne torrida aestas, ne nitentes flamma poli violet capillos, neu fontium crystalla liquentia October udus sordibus oppleat : in prata beryllos et auri

volvat agens tua semen unda : celsis corones undique turribus xystisque multis conspicuum caput, hinc inde disponens ad oras cinnama cum redolente murra.

K.

Moritura super crudeli funere.

AXUM sternite lugubrem,

huc vos in tumulo sternite, virgines, et glaucum salicis decus,

intactaque mori dicite me fide.

tu fallax fueris puer,

fido Leuconoe pectore vixero:

tellus, accipe leniter

et pondus cineri fac leve sis meo.

Caelestia signa.

H. C. A. T.

ANEA caelestes si sternunt vellera tractus, aestivum pluvia crede carere diem.

K.

Chevy Chase.

T last the Doglas and the Persie met,
like two captains of might and main;

they swapt together till they both swat with swords that were of fine Myllan. these worthy freckies for to fight thereto they were full fain,

till the blood out of their basnets sprent, as ever did hail or rain.

hold thee, Persie,' said the Doglas, ' and i'faith I shall thee bring where thou shalt have a yerl's wages of Jamy our Scottish king. thou shalt have thy ransom free,

I hight thee hear this thing,

for the manfullest man yet art thou that ever I conquerd in field fighting.' 'nay then,' said the lord Persie,

'I told it thee beforne

that I would never yielded be

to no man of a woman born.'

with that there cam an arrow hastily

forth of a mighty ane:

hit hath stricken the jerl Doglas

in at the breast bane.

thorough liver and lungs baith

the sharp arrow is gane,

that never after in all his life days

he spake no words but ane,

that was 'fight ye, my merry men, whiles ye may,

for my life days bin gane.'

the Persie leaned on his brand

and saw the Doglas dee;

he took the dead man by the hand

and said wo is for thee!