Responsum dat puellula,—Si flectar ad nubendum

Dic, quÆso, quid cibarii habebimus edendum?

Amorem credis ignem in culin servaturum,

Aut parvulum Cupidinem jam veru versaturum?

Then the little man replied,

And, they say, a little sighed,

For his little heart was big with sorrow sorrow sorrow,

“My offers are but small,

But you have my little all;

And what we haven’t got we must borrow borrow borrow.”

Replicuit homunculus suspiriis convulsus,

Ingenti Ægritudine cor parvulum perculsus,

Non multa quidem profero, sed omnia relinquo;

Et quicquid nobis deerit petemus a propinquo.

The little man thus spoke;

His heart was almost broke;

And all for the sake of her charms charms charms.

So the little maid relented,

And softened she consented

The little man to take to her arms arms arms.

Sic fatur ille lacrymans ex corde desolato,

Et propter pulchritudinem ad mortem vulnerato.

Mollitur tum puellula, amorem et agnovit,

Beatumque homunculum amplexu suo fovit.