scarum divo,
Tag-rag, merry derry, perriwig, and a hatband,
Hic hoc horum genitivo--

To be said in one breath.

Oh, my Ella--my blue bella,
A secula seculorum,
If I have luck, sir, she's my uxor,
O dies Benedictorum!

Or something about:

Sweet cowslips grace, the nominative case,
And She's of the feminine gender.

Days of Valpy the Vulture, eating the schoolboy's heart out, Eton Latin
grammar, accidence--do _not_ pause, traveller, if you see _his_ tomb!

"Play to me," said Amaryllis, and the Fleet-Street man put away his
pipe, and took up his flute; he breathed soft and low--an excellent
thing in a musician--delicious airs of Mozart chiefly.

The summer unfolded itself at their knees, the high buttercups of the
meadow came to the very door, the apple-bloom poured itself out before
them; music all of it, music in colour, in light, in flowers, in song of
happy birds. The soothing flute strung together the flow of their
thoughts, they were very silent, Amaryllis and Amadis Iden--almost hand
in hand--listening to his cunning lips.

He ceased, and they were still silent, listening to their own hearts.

The starlings flew by every few minutes to their nests in the thatch of
the old house, and out again to the meadow.

Alere showed how impossible it was to draw a bird in flight by the
starling's wings. His wings beat up and down so swiftly that the eye had
not time to follow them completely; they formed a burr--an indistinct
flutter; you are supposed to see the starling flying from you. The
lifted tips were depressed so quickly that the impression of them in the
raised position had not time to fade from the eye before a fresh
impression arrived exhibiting them depressed to their furthest extent;
you thus saw the wings in both positions, up and down, at once. A
capital letter X may roughly represent his idea; the upper part answers
to the wings lifted, the lower part to the wings down, and you see both
together. Further, in actual fact, you see the wings in innumerable
other positions between these two extremes; like the leaves of a book
opened with your thumb quickly--as they do in legerdemain--almost as you
see the spokes of a wheel run together as they revolve--a sort of burr.

To produce an image of a starling flying, you must draw all this.

The swift feathers are almost liquid; they leave a streak behind in the
air like a