Τι σοι λεγω, μειρακιον, Now that this fickle heart is won? Me semper amaturam te And never, never, never stray? Herzschätzchen, Du verlangst zu viel When you demand so strict a seal. N’est-ce pas assez que je t’aime Without remaining still the same? Gij daarom geeft u liefde niet If others may not have a treat. Muy largo es mi corazon, And fifty holds as well as one. Non far nell’ acqua buco che I am resolved to have my way; Im lo boteach atta bi, I’m willing quite to set you free: Be you content with half my time, As half in English is my rhyme. MAGINN’S ALTERNATIONS—HORACE, EPODE II. Blest man, who far from busy hum, Ut prisca gens mortalium, Whistles his team afield with glee Solutus omni fenore: He lives in peace, from battles free, Nec horret iratum mare; And shuns the forum, and the gay Potentiorum limina. Therefore to vines of purple gloss Altas maritat populos, Or pruning off the boughs unfit Feliciores inserit. * * * * * Alphius the usurer, babbled thus, Jam jam futurus rusticus, Called in his cast on th’Ides—but he Quærit Kalendis ponere. CONTENTI ABEAMUS. Come, jocund friends, a bottle bring, And push around the jorum; We’ll talk and laugh, and quaff and sing, Nunc suavium amorum. While we are in a merry mood, Come, sit down ad bibendum; And if dull care should dare intrude, We’ll to the devil send him. A moping elf I can’t endure While I have ready rhino; And all life’s pleasures centre still In venere ac vino. Be merry then, my friends, I pray, And pass your time in joco, For it is pleasant, as they say, Desipere in loco. He that loves not a young lass Is sure an arrant stultus, And he that will not take a glass Deserves to be sepultus. Pleasure, music, love and wine Res valde sunt jucundæ, And pretty maidens look divine, Provided ut sunt mundæ.