ARCADIE. II
Reading edition
I travelled many winding ways
That weary seemed to me,
In cloudy nights and windy days
To find old Arcadie.
The shepherds by the wayside wept
"We fain would go with thee,
An 'twere not for the sheep we kept,
To far off Arcadie."
Along the selfsame way I fare
And the shepherds ask of me,
"Hast thou seen the sweet land anywhere?"
"Yea, but the people dwelling there
Know not 'tis Arcadie."
MARTIAL TO PLINY
Cum rosa regnat, cum madent capilli,
Nunc me vel rigidi legant Catones.
Come not with wine drops on the hair
To Pliny's gates,
To whom all earnest thoughts repair,
And quiet Wisdom entered there
His bidding waits.
When the rose is queen and the hair is wet
With wine and oil,
Read Martial's verses, and forget
That life is stern, and time a debt
To pay with toil.