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This poem is taken from PN Review 76, Volume 17 Number 2, November - December 1990.

Notes on Mottoes F.T. Prince

       (i)

Astra, castra,
Numen, lumen
Et munimen

'The stars my camp,
God is my lamp
And my defence':

Other men
Will say
'From hence-
forth' or 'An I may',
And one man
'Deccan'.

      (ii)

Quidni prod sodali?
'Why not,
For a comrade?'
- So one Burnet,
A Scot.

But it is sad
To be totally
Unbriefed, and wonder Quidni
'Why not'
And then,
But why not - - - what?

So we imagine
Some episode of war,
...


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