The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702) excluding Seneca and Manilius Introduced and Annotated by F. J. Van Beeck |
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Enter Chilon.
My Hips with sitting, Eyes with seeing ake,
Expecting when Solon an End would make.
How little, and how long you Atticks prate!
Scarce in three hundred Lines one word of Weight,
Or a grave Sentence! how he lookt on me
At going off?—Now Spartan Chilon see!
Who with Laconian Brevity commends
To you the Knowledge of your selves, kind Frends!
Γνωθι σεαυτον, carv'd in Delphos Fane.
'Tis a hard Work, but recompenc'd with Gain.
Try your own strength; examine what 'tis you
Have done already, what you ought to doe.
All Duties of our Life, as Modestie,
Honour, and Constancie, included be
In this; and Glory th'Idoll of these dayes.
I've said: Farewell: I stay not for your Praise.
Exit.
My Hips with sitting, Eyes with seeing ake,
Expecting when Solon an End would make.
How little, and how long you Atticks prate!
Scarce in three hundred Lines one word of Weight,
Or a grave Sentence! how he lookt on me
At going off?—Now Spartan Chilon see!
Who with Laconian Brevity commends
To you the Knowledge of your selves, kind Frends!
Γνωθι σεαυτον, carv'd in Delphos Fane.
'Tis a hard Work, but recompenc'd with Gain.
Try your own strength; examine what 'tis you
Have done already, what you ought to doe.
All Duties of our Life, as Modestie,
Honour, and Constancie, included be
In this; and Glory th'Idoll of these dayes.
I've said: Farewell: I stay not for your Praise.
Exit.
| The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702) | |