Universitas in modo citharae sit disposita, in qua diversa genera in modo chordarum sit consonantia. The universe is arranged like a cithera, in which different kinds of things sound together harmoniously, just as they do in a chord.
Honorius Of AutunQuid confert animae pugna Hectoris, vel disputatio Platonis, aut carmina Maronis, vel neniae Nasonis? Of what benefit to the soul are the struggles of Hector, the disputations of Plato, the songs of Virgil, or the dirges of Ovid?
Honorius Of AutunI saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence.
Honorius Of AutunBen Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms: But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms!
Honorius Of AutunThe love that loves a scarlet coat Should be more uniform.
Honorius Of AutunThe sedate, sober, silent, serious, sad-coloured sect.
Honorius Of Autun'Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
Honorius Of AutunHolland?lies so low they're only saved by being dammed.
Honorius Of AutunHome-made dishes that drive one from home.
Honorius Of AutunWhen Eve upon the first of Men The apple pressed with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant!
Honorius Of AutunO! men with sisters dear, O! men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
Honorius Of AutunOh! God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
Honorius Of AutunTake her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Honorius Of AutunMad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled Anywhere, anywhere, Out of the world!
Honorius Of AutunBut evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!
Honorius Of AutunNo sunno moon! No mornno noon No dawnno duskno proper time of day.
Honorius Of AutunWhat is a modern poet's fate? To write his thoughts upon a slate; The critic spits on what is done, Gives it a wipeand all isgone.
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