Terpsichore Dea te permittat vivere parvo
Tempore, nec facilis sit tibi principio."
I beg leave sincerely, to add, in the words of Ausonius (Ep. xxv.),—
"Quis prohibet Salve atque Vale brevitate parata
Scribere? Felicesque notas mandare libellis."
This magnificent epistle inculcating—
"Nil mutum Natura dedit: non aëris ales
Quadrupedesve silent," &c.
should be compared with the celebrated stanza of Spenser's Faerie Queen (book ii. canto xii. st. 71.), beginning with
"The joyous birds shrouded in cheareful shade;"