AD MAGISTRUM LUDI
Reading edition
(Unfinished Draft.)
Now in the sky And on the hearth of Now in a drawer the direful cane, That sceptre of the . . . reign, And the long hawser, that on the back Of Marsyas fell with many a whack, Twice hardened out of Scythian hides, Now sleep till the October ides.
In summer if the boys be well.