FOOTNOTES
Herbert Allen Giles translation
“Ber.—It was about to speak, when the cock crew. Hor.—And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the God of Day; and, at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine.”
Hamlet.
“O fair white silk, fresh from the weaver’s loom; Clear as the frost, bright as the winter’s snow! See! friendship fashions out of thee a fan, Round as the round moon shines in heaven above. At home, abroad, a close companion thou, Stirring at every move the grateful gale. And yet I fear, ah, me! that autumn chills, Cooling the dying summer’s torrid rage, Will see thee laid neglected on the shelf, All thought of by-gone days, like them, by-gone.”
“Marriage is not a trifling thing— The Book and the Vermilion String! On ice by moonlight may be seen The wedded couples’ go-between.”
—A Thousand Character Essay for Girls.