Gellia, when she's alone, doesn't weep the death of her father; But, if a visitor comes, tears at her bidding appear. Gellia, they do not mourn who are melted by vanity rather; They are true mourners who weep when not a witness is near. TO CECILIANUS. FROM MARTIAL. Nullus in urbe fuit tota qui tangere vellet Uxorem gratis, Caeciliane, tuam, Dum licuit: sed nunc positis custodibus ingens Agmen amatorum est. Ingeniosus homo es. Nobody, Cecilianus, e'er thought of your wife (she's so ugly!) When she could gratis be seen, when she was easily won. Now that, with locks and with guards you pretend to secure her so snugly, Crowds of gallants flock around: faith, it is cleverly done. ON A BEE INCLOSED IN AMBER. FROM MARTIAL. Et latet et lucet Phaethontide condita gutta, Ut videatur apis nectare clausa suo. Dignum tantorum pretium tulit illa laborum: Credibile est ipsam sic voluisse mori. Lucid the bee lurks here, bright amber her beauty inclosing! As in the nectar she made seems the fair insect to lie. Worthy reward she has gain'd, after such busy labours reposing: Well we might deem that herself thus would be willing to die. THE SURVEYOR'S TALE. Good resolutions are, like glass, manufactured for the purpose of being broken. Immediately after my marriage, I registered in the books of my conscience a very considerable vow against any future interference with the railway system. The Biggleswades had turned out so well, that I thought it unsafe to pursue my fortune any further. The incipient gambler, I am told, always gains, through the assistance of a nameless personage who shuffles the cards a great deal oftener than many materialists suppose. Nevertheless, there is always a day of retribution.