"My son; observe the middle path to fly,
And fear to sink too low, or rise too high.
Here the sun melts, there vapours damp your force,
Between the two extremes direct your course.
"Nor on the bear, nor on boötes gaze,
Nor on sword-arm'd orion's dangerous rays;
But follow me, thy guide, with watchful sight,
And, as I steer, direct thy cautious Flight."
Ovid, "Metamorphoses," Book VIII., Fable III.
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"With ravished ears,
The Monarch hears,
Assumes the God,
Affects to nod,
and seems to shake the spheres!"
"Let me see if Welhelm can
Be a little gentle man;
Let me see if he is able
To sit still for once at table!"
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"But figety Will
He won't sit still."
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Just like any bucking horse.
"Wilhelm! We are getting cross!"