Oh, fortunatos nimium, sua si bona norint
All lazy beggars like me—"
"In the sunshine of April, the April of life,
You and I and our Tag make three;
And few will deny that for such close chums
A queer set of fellows are we.
For I walk slowly, and you walk fast,
And Tag lies down (not to fall);
You think of the Present, I think of the Past,
And Tag thinks of nothing at all.