Quæ nunc abibis in loca,

Pallidula, rigida, nudula?

Nec, ut soles, dabis jocos.”

Prior has endeavored to translate or imitate this stanza in the following lines, which but feebly express the spirit of the original:—

“Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing!

Must we no longer live together?

And dost thou plume thy trembling wing

To take thy flight thou know’st not whither?

Thy humorous vein, thy pleasing folly,

Lie all neglected, all forgot;