I. De militibus Britannicis procacibus in lacessendo:

<http://www.lemonde.fr/web/article/0,1-0@2-3214,36-
714787@51-627461,0.html>

II. Apud Seres flumini magno infusum est venenum:

<http://www.welt.de/data/2005/11/27/809807.html>

III. Utrum Arabes medii (quod dicitur) aevi scripta hieroglyphica antiquorum
Aegyptorum valerent necne:

<http://weekly.ahram.org.eg/2005/770/he2.htm>

IV. De iustitia apud autochthones Australienses anno fere 500 p. Chr. n:

<http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/
bus-stop-an-execution-site-133-1500-years-ago
/2005/11/25/1132703380837.html>

V. De rerum gestarum scriptoribus regnante Victoria deque veritate:

<http://education.guardian.co.uk/higher/
news/story/0,,1650865,00.html>

VI. In Britannia nunc est litterarum censura ob religionem, sed fidem
Christianam licet vituperare:

<http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2-1887902,00.html>

VII. Regimen autem actorum diurnorum confectores iudicio persequitur qui de
consiliis Americanorum loquuntur:

<http://www.telegraph.co.uk/opinion/main.jhtml
?xml=/opinion/2005/11/24/do2401.xml&
sSheet=/portal/2005/11/24/ixportal.html>

VIII. Situm inveni in quo carmina Gulielmi Shakespeare Latine reddita sunt:

<http://www.slu.edu/colleges/AS/languages/classical/
latin/tchmat/pedagogy/latinitas/dv/dv.html>

E quibus hoc magni aestimo:

LX

Vt pelagi fluctus lapidosa ad litora currunt
Ad finem properant tempora nostra suum;
Excipit hora horas, undam premit unda priorem,
Contendunt omnes ulteriora sequi.
Natus in immensas sol ingens luminis oras
Inde suum repit, dum sit adultus, iter;
Verum ibi defectus oppugnant eius honorem,
In donoque suo temporis ira furit.
Scit vegetum iuveni florem corrumpere tempus,
Fronte in virginea tempus arare notas;
Tempus edit rari quidquid natura creavit,
Statque nihil quod non denique falce metat.
Sed versu hoc tua laus venturum stabit in aevum,
In te saevierit quamlibet illa manus.

Anglice:

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

<http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonn02.htm>

Valete poeticissime omnes.

Scripsit