Some call me a diamond—some say I am jet;
Others talk of my water, or how I am set.
I’m a borough in England, in Scotland a stream,
And an isle of the sea in the Irishman’s dream.
The earth without me would no loveliness wear,
And sun, moon, and stars at my wish disappear.
Yet so frail is my tenure, so brittle my joy,
That a speck gives me pain, and a drop can destroy.
73. What vessel is that which is always asking leave to move?
74. Translate the following into Latin—