CXXII.
Sic dilexit mundum Deus, ut Filium morti traderet. Joan. iii. 16.
Ah nimis est, illum nostrae vel tradere vitae:
Guttula quod faceret, cur facit oceanus?
Unde et luxuriare potest, habet hinc mea vita:
Ample et magnifice mors habet unde mori.
God so loved the world, that He gave His only-begotten Son....
Ah, 'tis too much to give Him for our sake:
A drop might serve, why then an ocean take?
Here may my life expatiate gloriously—
Amply, magnificently, Death may die. R. Wi.
CXXIII.
Juga boum emi. Luc. xiv. 19.
Ad coenam voco te, domini quod jussa volebant;
Tu mihi, nescio quos, dicis, inepte, boves.
Imo vale, nobis nec digne nec utilis hospes;
Coena tuos, credo, malit habere boves.
I have bought five yoke of oxen.