Eos Cymru (the Welsh nightingale) for a fine Welsh songstress.
Eos got up from the board, and went to a small chamber at the edge of the disk.
They entered the mansion on the disk, and Eos sent it sharply upward.
Eos looked at him, smiling sadly, her eyes far-off with other thoughts.
So leaving them, Eos walked out of the chamber and to the great hall.
"That will take some thought," said Eos, her face full of indecision.
In short never was anyone so despised as was Eos by all the chorus of the birds.
And he was straightway convinced, wholly and completely, that he had found it in Eos.
By nightfall I was well on my way to Eos, sitting in an empty box-car.
In the preliminary matter of the genuine copy the De Correctione ends with the line, "eos corrigere, atque purgare."