Ad Magistrum Ludi

Now in the sky
And on the hearth of
Now in a drawer the direful cane,
That sceptre of the⁠ ⁠… reign,
And the long hawser, that on the back
Of Marsyas fell with many a whack,
Twice hardened out of Scythian hides,
Now sleep till the October ides.

In summer if the boys be well.