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Then a merry clattering of glasses. Opening the door, I enter, greeting: "Mementote mori." Wondrous cellar! Round me is its cool and roomy girdle. There amid the hugeness of the barrels Sit the fathers of this holy order Round about a mighty oaken table; Unto every monk a foaming flagon. "Dearest brethren: Dominus vobiscum: This is then the library ye boast of?— Being straitly thus enjoined, has entered Unto you your brother Marijófil, That he may behold your cloistered dwelling, That he may regard your skill in learning, Which within this library ye cope with."

I with heavy heart these lines have written, I with heavy heart have marked this matter. Saviour, thou whose cross is on my lectern, Thou, up yonder, Mater Dolorosa! Witness shall ye twain to-day vouchsafe me. How demurringly my quill did office.