Neglect not thou, ere thy short term expire,
To save thy soul from ever-burning fire.
LEAR.
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SEPULCHRAL ENIGMA.
(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
The following Sepulchral Enigma against Pride, is engraved on a stone, in
the Cathedral Church of Hamburgh:
"O, Mors, cur, Deus, negat, vitam,
be, se, bis, nos, his, nam."
CANON.
Ordine daprimam mediae? mediamqz sequenti,
Debita sic nosces fala, superbe, tibi.
Quid mortalis homo jactas tot quidve superbis?
Cras forsan fies, pulvis et umbra levis,
Quid tibi opes prosunt? Quid nuuc tibi magna potesias?
Quidve honor? Ant praestans quid tibi forma? Nihil.
Vide _Variorum in Europa itinerum deliciae, &c.
Nathane Chitreo, Editio Secunda_, 1599.
The above inscription and Canon are from a very scarce book, _me penes_;
if they are deemed worthy of a place in your entertaining miscellany,
and no solution or English version should be offered to your notice for
insertion, I will avail myself of your permission to send one for your
approval.
Your's, &c. [Greek: S.]
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THE VINE--A FRAGMENT.
(_For the Mirror_.)
See o'er the wall, the white-leav'd cluster-vine
Shoots its redundant tendrils; and doth seem,
Like the untam'd enthusiast's glowing heart,
Ready to clasp, with an abundant love,
All nature in its arms!
C.
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