An outline of humor: Being a true chronicle from prehistoric ages to the twentieth century
History
An outline of humor: Being a true chronicle from prehistoric ages to the twentieth century
Wit and humor
Three dwarfs contended by a state decree,
Which was the least and lightest of the three.
First, Hermon came, and his vast skill to try,
With thread in hand leap’d through a needle’s eye.
Forth from a crevice Demas then advanc’d
And on a spider’s web securely danc’d.
What feat show’d Sospiter in this high quarrel?--
No eyes could see him, and he won the laurel.
UNKNOWN AUTHOR
_ON LATE-ACQUIRED WEALTH_
Poor in my youth, and in life’s later scenes
Rich to no end, I curse my natal hour,
Who nought enjoy’d while young, denied the means;
And nought when old enjoy’d, denied the power.
_A VOICE FROM THE GRAVE_
Phido nor hand nor touch to me applied;
Fever’d, I thought but of his name--and died.
_ON THE INCONSTANCY OF WOMAN’S LOVE_
My Fair says, she no spouse but me
Would wed, though Jove himself were he.
She says it: but I deem
That what the fair to lovers swear
Should be inscribed upon the air,
Or in the running stream.
CATULLUS
_ON HIS OWN LOVE_
That I love thee, and yet that I hate thee, I feel;
Impatient, thou bid’st me my reasons explain:
I tell thee, nor more for my life can reveal,
That I love thee, and hate thee--and tell it with pain.
ALY BEN AHMED BEN MANSOUR
_TO THE VIZIR CASSIM OBID ALLAH, ON THE DEATH OF ONE OF HIS SONS_
Poor Cassim! thou art doom’d to mourn
By destiny’s decree;
Whatever happen it must turn
To misery for thee.
Two sons hadst thou, the one thy pride,
The other was thy pest;
Ah, why did cruel death decide
To snatch away the best?
No wonder thou should’st droop with woe,
Of such a child bereft;
But now thy tears must doubly flow,
For ah!--the other’s left.
THE KHALIPH RADHI BILLAH
_TO A LADY UPON SEEING HER BLUSH_
Leila! whene’er I gaze on thee
My alter’d cheek turns pale,
While upon thine, sweet maid, I see
A deep’ning blush prevail.
Leila, shall I the cause impart
Why such a change takes place?
The crimson stream deserts my heart,
To mantle on thy face.
JANUS PANNONIUS
_ON AURISPA_
Aurispa nothing writes though learn’d, for he
By a wise silence seems more learn’d to be.
ACTIUS SANNAZARIUS
_ON AUFIDIUS_
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