14.XIII. When you've guessed it, with one voice
You'll say it was a golden choice.
1.XIV. Shall learning die amid a war's alarms?
I, at my birth, was clasped in iron arms.
10.XIV. At sunset see the labourer now
Loose all his oxen from the plough.
1.XV. Without a miracle it cannot be—
At this point, Solver, bid him pray for thee!
11.XV. Two thousand years ago and more
(Just as we do to-day),