A Handbook for Latin Clubs eBook

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That scarce a piece I publish in a year,
Idle perhaps to you I may appear. 
But rather, that I write at all, admire,
When I am often robbed of days entire. 
Now with my friends the evening I must spend: 
To those preferred my compliments must send. 
Now at the witnessing a will make one: 
Hurried from this to that, my morning’s gone. 
Some office must attend; or else some ball;
Or else my lawyer’s summons to the hall. 
Now a rehearsal, now a concert hear;
And now a Latin play at Westminster. 
Home after ten return, quite tir’d and dos’d. 
When is the piece, you want, to be compos’d?

    —­John Hay



Your slave will with your gold abscond,
  The fire your home lay low,
Your debtor will disown his bond
  Your farm no crops bestow;
Your steward a mistress frail shall cheat;
Your freighted ship the storms will beat;
That only from mischance you’ll save,
  Which to your friends is given;
The only wealth you’ll always have
  Is that you’ve lent to heaven.

    —­English Journal of Education,
        Jan., 1856



They tell me, Cotilus, that you’re a beau: 
What this is, Cotilus, I wish to know. 
“A beau is one who, with the nicest care,
In parted locks divides his curling hair;
One who with balm and cinnamon smells sweet,
Whose humming lips some Spanish air repeat;
Whose naked arms are smoothed with pumice-stone,
And tossed about with graces all his own: 
A beau is one who takes his constant seat
From morn till evening, where the ladies meet;
And ever, on some sofa hovering near,
Whispers some nothing in some fair one’s ear;
Who scribbles thousand billets-doux a day;
Still reads and scribbles, reads, and sends away;
A beau is one who shrinks, if nearly pressed
By the coarse garment of a neighbor guest;
Who knows who flirts with whom, and still is found
At each good table in successive round: 
A beau is one—­none better knows than he
A race-horse, and his noble pedigree”—­
Indeed?  Why Cotilus, if this be so,
What teasing trifling thing is called a beau!




To Julius Martialis

The things that make a life to please,
(Sweetest Martial), they are these: 
Estate inherited, not got: 
A thankful field, hearth always hot: 
City seldom, law-suits never: 
Equal friends, agreeing forever: 
Health of body, peace of mind: 
Sleeps that till the morning bind: 
Wise simplicity, plain fare: 
Not drunken nights, yet loos’d from care: 
A sober, not a sullen spouse: 
Clean strength, not such as his that plows;
Wish only what thou art, to be;
Death neither wish, nor fear to see.

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