Ka-tie is pre-par-ing thus, Quite a store of balls for Gus; But her mer-ry sis-ter May From her task has run a-way, All that heavy lump of snow, At her cou-sin Gus to throw.

The sis-bu place around his hands!

Pulchra sis prole parens.11.

Poeta, lector, hic quiescit Hipponax, Si sis scelestus, praeteri, procul, marmor: At te bonum si noris, et bonis natum, Tutum hic sedile, et si placet, sopor tutus.

Alexander was a slave to fear, Caesar of pride, Vespasian to his money (nihil enim refert, rerum sis servus an hominum), Heliogabalus to his gut, and so of the rest.

Salve, sis salvus.

Ut sis nocte levis, sit tibi, caena brevis. 3383.