"Versat Saxum sudans nitendo neque proficit hilum." Ad Cotilum artis dialecticæ peritum. COTILE, mecum isdem quem sectum sæpe flagellis Altera nunc mater, nec minus alma, fovet, Ambages logicas, "soriten," atque "dilemma,' Cæteraque argutus nocte dieque canis : Hæc legis; hæc jactas "ovveroîs pwvâvτa" per aures Hoc tamen e sudore nihil sapientior exis. SHAKSPEARE. MEASURE FOR MEASURE. Act II. Scene III. ANG. YOUR brother is a forfeit of the law, And you but waste your words. ISAB. Alas! alas! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; ANG. Be you content, fair maid; It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: It should be thus with him;-he must die to-morrow. |