QUA CURSUM VENTUS.

As ships becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of day Are scarce, long leagues apart, descried;

When fell the night, upsprung the breeze,

And all the darkling hours they plied,

Nor dreamt but each the selfsame seas By each was cleaving, side by side:

E'en so- but why the tale reveal Of those whom, year by year unchanged,

Brief absence joined anew to feel, Astounded, soul from soul estranged?

At dead of night their sails were filled,

And onward each rejoicing steered: Ah, neither blame, for neither willed, Or wist, what first with dawn ap

INBORN ROYALTY.

O THOU goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st

In these two princely boys! They are as gentle

As zephyrs, blowing below the violet,

Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough,

Their royal blood enchafed, as the rud'st wind,

That by the top doth take the mountain pine,

And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful

That an invisible instinct should frame them

To royalty unlearned; honor untaught;

Civility not seen from other; valor, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop

As if it had been sowed!

SHAKSPEARE: Cymbeline.