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Mystery guest

Can you guess who or when this was wrote

Celso Gaudere

To celsus, muse, my warmest wishes bear,

And if he kindly asks you how I fare,

Say, though I threaten many a fair design,

Nor happiness, nor wisdom, yet are mine.

Not that the driving rains my vineyards beat;

Not that my olives are destroyed by heat;

Not that my cattle pine in distant plains—

More in my mind than body lie my pains.

Reading I hate, and with unwilling ear

The voice of comfort or health I hear;

Friends or physicians I with pain endure,

Who strive this languor of my soul to cure.

Whate’er may hurt me I wish joy pursue;

Whate’er may do me good with horror view.

Inconstant as the wind, I various rove;

At Tibur, Rome; at Rome, I Tibur love.

Ask how he does; what happy arts support

His prince’s favor, nor offend the court;

If all be well, say first, that we rejoice,

And then, remember, with a gentlest voice

Instill this precept on his listening ear,

‘As you fortune, we shall celsus bear.’

i will post his name and when in the comments.

post your guess also

thank you and god bless 

lot of sleep

I forgot when I was asleep

I had been counting sheep

Although they did not bleat

I was asleep counting sheep

Was that a hog?

Where is that dog?

What is that rustling my sheep

Better be on my feet

I was asleep counting sheep

Get out of bed

You sleepy head

Wake up and go to sleep

You are counting sheep

Saw that log

Here comes that dog

The sheep are in a bog

No more sawing that log

Can’t find them in this fog

I was asleep counting sheep

Hey cowpokes don’t count sheep

Say, they went that away

This is no time to play

Hit the hay

I forgot when I was asleep

 Counting sheep

lot of oats

love em oats

Oats, oats, oats

Oates, doates

Oats, oats, oats

Rollie, pollie

Oats, oats, oats

Eat your oats

Oats, oats, oats

Skip a rope

It’s a meal

Feel them oats

Oats, oats, oats

Clip clop clip clop

Not a drop

Oats, oats, oats

Filled to the top

Butter on top

Oats, oats, oats

Brown sugar a lot

Oats, oats, oats

Cinnamon too

Yahoo

Oats, oats, oats

Give that old Rhone

Just a few

He won’t Rome

Oats, oats, oats

Peaches and cream

It’s a dream

Oats, oats, oats

It’s a deal oat meal

I bet you had your fill of

Oats, oats, oats

thank you and God bless

in the name of

Father 

Son

And Holy Ghost

The

Sign

Of

Our

Host

He

Takes

 Away my sins

And

Gives

This

Day

i
pray
On the cross

I Will

Not

Be

lost

“Behold my son of whom I am well pleased”

god blessed

amen