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With this I’ll finish, ’ere of mopish mood
Show snarling tooth and I’ll again intrude,
At any time or place, with hand or pen
Dare to the Lists each petty myrmidon.
Full many a fling, rubs rougher wait you yet
This but the Alpha, of my Alphabet——
Archilachuss will lend his prurient pen
When next I note such sapient gentlemen,——
The mirrior now reflects direct the face
Oblique the angle, how it sweeps o’er space
The ray now strikes direct:—but he appriz’d,
It won’t be healthy when ’tis polariz’d——
Much I foresee, predict for happier times
When minstrels lay carol in merrier rhymes,
When vicious truckling be a past disgrace,
Submerged in Lethe,—springs a gen’rous race
Who scon with sorrow and deep blushing frown,
That, said of Sydney as of Roman town,
This fearful truth,—(’twill end my tale the faster)
“Neo vir fortis”———“nec——fæmino casta”——[1]
- ↑ Robur et ces triplex for the Sydney University Man sending the best tranlations to tho S. M. Herald.
