Miles Redux.

Who comes here?
A Grenadier.
What do you want?
A pot of beer.
Wheres your money?
Ive forgot.
Get you gone,
You drunken sot.

Heus! Quis illic?
Ductor militiæ.
Quid petis hic?
Cantharum cervisiæ.
Ubi moneta?
Loqueris oblito.
O, ebriose,
In malum abito.

Jacob Bigelow

Jacob Bigelow was an American physician, botanist, and botanical illustrator. He was instrumental in the founding of Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge, Massachusetts, the first rural cemetery in the United States and a precursor to America's public parks. Bigelow was a leading advocate for modernizing medicine and medical education, focusing on practical medicine and scientific advancements. His contributions to botany include the publication of 'American Medical Botany,' which combined his medical knowledge with detailed botanical illustrations.

Jacob Bigelow

Par Avium.

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Mors Turdo-Galli.

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Diccora Dogium.

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Fe! fau! fum!
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Advenæ Mendici.

Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,
The beggars have come to town;
Some in rags and some in jags,
And some in velvet gowns.

    En! cum canum latratu,
    Et multo ululatu;
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Nursery Rhyme. DCXLVII. Relics.

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        A grenadier.
    What do you want?
        A pot of beer.
    Where is your money?
        I've forgot.
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        You drunken sot!

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The Cock And The Bull.

You see this pebble-stone? It's a thing I bought
Of a bit of a chit of a boy i' the mid o' the day -
I like to dock the smaller parts-o'-speech,
As we curtail the already cur-tail'd cur
(You catch the paronomasia, play 'po' words?)
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And clapt it i' my poke, having given for same
By way o' chop, swop, barter or exchange -
'Chop' was my snickering dandiprat's own term -
One shilling and fourpence, current coin o' the realm.
O-n-e one and f-o-u-r four
Pence, one and fourpence - you are with me, sir? -
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Rex Arthurus.

When King Arthur ruled the land,
He ruled it like a king:
He bought four pecks of barley-meal
To make a brave pudding.

A pudding brave the king did make
And stuffed it well with plums;
Great lumps of suet he put into it,
As big as both his thumbs.

The king and queen partook thereof,
And all the court beside;
And what they did not eat that night,
The queen next morning fried.

Angliæ rex imperio potitus,
Hordei nactus modium farinæ,
Ordinat cnâ properè institutâ
            Sternere mensam.

Mira farrago exoritur culinâ,
Turgidis uvis maculata passis
Intus et frustis adipis referta
            Pollicis instar.

Rex et affines epulantur omnes
Principes magni dominæque lectæ:
Alma regina exoriente luce

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Ansercula.

Goosey goosey gander,
Where shall you wander?
Up stairs, down stairs,
In my ladys chamber.

    Ansercula vagula, blandula,
    Quæ nunc abibis in loca?
    Sursum, deorsum,
    In dominæ cubiculum.

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