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.

February 27, 1786

January 10, 1879

English

Jacob Bigelow

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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;
Veniunt mendici repentes,
    Egeni, pannosi,
    Squalentes, exosi,
Vel sericas togas gerentes.

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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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Bopipias.

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep,
And couldnt tell where to find em.
Let em alone, and theyll come home,
And bring their tails behind em.

Parvula Bopipias amissos quæritat agnos,
Nec reperire locum quo latuêre potest.
Desine, Bopipias, redeuntes nocte videbis,
Caudasque incolumes post sua crura ferent.

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Canis Kevensis.

I am his Highnesss dog at Kew.
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

Principis excelsi coram canis ecce Kevensis.
Dic mihi vicissim quæso cujus canis es tu?

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Diccora Dogium.

Dickory dickory dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Dickory dickory dock.

Diccora diccora dogium,
Ascendit mus horologium.
    Insonuit hora,
    Fugit mus sine morâ,
Diccora diccora dogium.

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Felis In Fidibus.

Heigh diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed
To see such a craft,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Hidideldelis,
In fidibus felis,
Super lunam vacca saltavit.
Tum risit canicula,
Visâ re tam ridiculâ,
Et lanx cochleare raptavit.

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Grumbo Gigas.

Fee! faw! fum!
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Dead or alive, I will have some.

Fe! fau! fum!
Sanguinem odoror Anglicum.
Seu vivum seu mortuum,
Bibendum est mihi aliquantum.

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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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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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Labor Et Cura.

Double double,
Toil and trouble.
Fire burn and
Caldron bubble.

    Ingeminat labor,
    Ingeminante curâ,
    Cum flamma ardescit,
    Aqua ebullitura.

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Lunicola.

The man in the moon came down at noon,
Inquiring the way to Norwich.
The man of the South has burnt his mouth,
Eating cold milk porridge.

Lunicola, meridie, ad terram descendebat,
Et viam ad Norvicum assidue quærebat.
Australis vir ineptus est et os excoriavit,
Dum lacteum perfrigidum incontinens voravit.

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Magi Gothamenses.

Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl.
If the bowl had been stronger,
My song had been longer.

Tres magi Gothamenses
In scypho mare tranant
Si cymba secura,
Canenda sint plura.

Cives tres docti Gothamenses æquora verrunt,
Crater et fragilis corpora obesa vehit.
Mox en tempestas, surguntque ad sidera fluctus.
Musa dolens casum nunc memorare nequit.

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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.

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Mors Turdo-Galli.

Who killed Cock Robin?
I, says the sparrow;
With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.


Quis Turdo-gallum necavit?
En, adsum qui feci,
Qui telum conjeci;
Jaculis et arcu
Passer interfeci.

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Par Avium.

Two little birds were sitting on a stone,
One flew away and then there was one,
T other flew away and then there was none,
So the poor stone was left all alone.

One of the little birds back again flew,
In came t other and then there were two;
Says one bird to t other, How do you do?
Very well, I thank you; pray how do you?

Fama est par avium venisse insistere saxo,
Quarum primâ abeunte superstitit inde secunda:
Illa autem fugiens jam vix vestigia liquit,
Et saxum mrens in campo luget inani.

Ecce autem rediens avium comparuit una,
Altera non segnis sociam complectitur almam:
Arreptâque manu, Quid agis dulcissima rerum?
Suaviter ut nunc est, et jam cupio omnia quæ vis.

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Puer Cæruleus.

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The cows in the meadow, the sheep in the corn.
Wheres the little boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haycock fast asleep.

Crule parve puer, cornu nunc suscipe cantum.
Per segetes errant pecudes, per pascua vaccæ.
Ah, ubi nunc ovium custos tam parvulus absit?
En, gregis oblitus sub fno dormit opaco.

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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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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.

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