This picture, plac'd the busts between Gives Satire all its strength; Wisdom and Wit are little seen While Folly glares at length.

The diamond's virtues well might grace The epigram, and both excel In brilliancy in smallest space, And power to cut as well.

Acon his right, Leonilla her left eye Doth want; yet each in form, the gods out-vie. Sweet boy, with thine, thy sister's sight improved: So shall she Venus be, thou God of Love. [Lat., Lumine Acon dextre,--capta est Leonilla sinistre, Et potis est forma vincere uterque dees: Blande puer, lumen quod habes concede sorori, Sic tu caecus Amor, sic erit illa Venus.]

Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction. Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child with her cloth, cover thou him.

In the day, do the day's work.

The tongue of a man is his sword and effective speech is stronger than all fighting.