"CARMINA ELEGIACA IN MORTEM CUJUSDAM CANIS ISLINGTONIENSIS."
(We.—Not in such a hurry—"An Elegy on the death of a mad dog;" and what made you put in Islingtoniensis? Well, I suppose you call that a Ciceronic flourish! Now, I will read the English—you the Latin.)
We.—
Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song,
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.
Our Moses.—
Quotlibet huc, ubicunque hominum, auscultate canenti,
Si breve vos teneam;—non ego longus ero.