Par Avium.

Two little birds were sitting on a stone, One flew away and then there was one, T other flew away and then there was none, So the poor stone was left all alone. One of the little birds back again flew, In came t other and then there were two; Says one bird to t other, How do you do? Very well, I thank you; pray how do you?     Fama est par avium venisse insistere saxo,     Quarum prim abeunte superstitit inde secunda:     Illa autem fugiens jam vix vestigia liquit,     Et saxum mrens in campo luget inani.     Ecce autem rediens avium comparuit una,     Altera non segnis sociam complectitur almam:     Arreptque manu, Quid agis dulcissima rerum?     Suaviter ut nunc est, et jam cupio omnia qu vis.