The pleadings swell. Words still suffice. No term but yields some fair pretence, Defendant thus becomes a name, Which he, that bore it, may disclaim; Since both, in one description blended, Are plaintiffs-when the suit is ended. The Silk-Worm. THE beams of April, ere it goes, Lis tumet in schedulas, et jam verbosior, et jam: Quisque novos sumptus alter et alter, habent. The Frondibus The same prolific season gives That hour arriv'd; his work begins. He spins and weaves, and weaves and spins; Careless around him and around, Conceals him with a veil, tho' slight, And, tho' a worm, when he was lost, Frondibus hic mori, volvox dum fiat adultus, Et sensim in gyris conditus ipse latet. When Inque cadi teretem formam se colligit, unde Egrediens pennas papilionis habet, Fitque When next we see him, wings he wears, With future worms and future flies, The Innocent Thief. NOT a flow'r can be be found in the fields, The bee, never-weary'd, a treasure. Scarce any she quits unexplor'd, With a diligence truly exact ; } Fitque parens tandem, fætumque reponit in ovis Innocens Prædatrix. SEDULA per campos nullo defessa labore, In cellâ ut stipet mella vagatur apis: |