Arcadia

"Arcades ambo—id est, blackguards both."

"The Arcadians were chestnut-eaters."

"What, know you not, old man (quoth he)— Your hair is white, your face is wise— That Love must kiss that Mortal's eyes Who hopes to see fair Arcady? No gold can buy you entrance there; But beggared Love may go all bare— No wisdom won with weariness; But love goes in with Folly's dress— No fame that wit could ever win; But only Love may lead Love in. To Arcady, to Arcady."

"Auch ich war in Arkadien geboren."

"I too, Shepherd, in Arcadia dwelt."

"Auch ich war in Arkadien."

"Les moi aussie je fus pasteur dans l'Arcadie."

"I dwell no more in Arcady, But when the sky is blue with May, And birds are blithe and winds are free, I know what message is for me, For I have been in Arcady."

"In the days when we went gypsying A long time ago."

"Et in Arcadia ego."

"Alas! the road to Anywhere is pitfailed with disaster; There's hunger, want, and weariness, yet O we loved it so! As on we tramped exultantly, and no man was our master, And no man guessed what dreams were ours, as, swinging heel and toe, We tramped the road to Anywhere, the magic road to Anywhere, The tragic road to Anywhere, such dear, dim years ago."

"Arcades ambo, Et cantare pares, et respondere parati."

"Tamen cantabitis, Arcades inquit montibus Hæc vestris: soli cantare periti Arcades. O mihi tum quam molliter ossa quiescant, Vestra meos olim si fistula dicat amores."