Sprattus Et Uxor.

Jack Spratt could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean,
And so between them both
They licked the platter clean.

Sprattus horrescens adipem recusat,
Uxor et non vult tolerare macrum:
Conjuges digni! potuêre sic de-
    tergere lancem.

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

Diccora Dogium.

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Jackus Et Jilla.

Jacob Bigelow, Simple Poetry

Bopipias.

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Magi Gothamenses.

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    His wife could eat no lean;
    And so, betwixt them both, you see,
    They lick'd the platter clean.

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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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Jackus Et Jilla.

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill,
To draw a pail of water;
Jack fell down
And broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

    Jackus cum Jillâ
    Formosâ ancillâ,
Aquam hauriturus collem ascendebat;
    Prolabitur Jackus,
    Caput miserè fractus,
Et Jilla desperata in fatum ruebat.

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Homunculus Et Puellula.

There was a little man,
And he wooed a little maid,
And he said, Little maid, will you wed wed wed?
I have little more to say,
Then will you ay or nay,
For the least said is soonest mended ded ded.

Homunculus eximius puellulam amavit,
Quam ut nubendam duceret sic ore compellavit:
Quid verbis opus pluribus? Dic _volo_, dicve _nolo_,
Sat verbum sapientibus: responde sine dolo.

Then the little maid replied,
Should I be your little bride,
Pray, what shall we have for to eat eat eat?
Will the flame that you are rich in
Make a fire in the kitchen,
Or the little god of love turn the spit spit spit?

Responsum dat puellula,--Si flectar ad nubendum
Dic, quæso, quid cibarii habebimus edendum?
Amorem credis ignem in culinâ servaturum,
Au...

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Upon Grubs.

Grubs loves his wife and children, while that they
Can live by love, or else grow fat by play;
But when they call or cry on Grubs for meat,
Instead of bread Grubs gives them stones to eat.
He raves, he rends, and while he thus doth tear,
His wife and children fast to death for fear.

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Cookmaid, Turnspit, And Ox.

        (To a Poor Man.)


        Consider man in every sphere,
        Then answer, - Is your lot severe?
        Is God unjust? You would be fed:
        I grant you have to toil for bread.
        Your wants are plainly to you known,
        So every mortal feels his own;
        Nor would I dare to say I knew,
        'Midst men, one happier man than you.

        Adam in Paradise was lone;
        With Eve was first transgression known;
        And thus they fell, and thus disgrace
        Entailed the curse on human race.

        When Philip's son, by glory fired,
        The empire of the world desired,
        He wept to find the course he ran -
        Despite of altars - was of man.
        So avaricious hopes are ch...

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