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 Cleobulus.
I Cleobulus, though my Native Seat
Be a small Isle, am Author of a great
And glorious Sentence; Μετρον αριστον;
A Mean is best: You Sirs that sit upon
The fourteen middle Benches next unto
Th'Orchestra, best may judge if this be true.
Your Nodd shows your Assent: We thank you; but
We shall proceed in Order: Was it not
Your Afer (though a Man he of late Time is)
That said once in this Place, Ut ne quid Nimis?
And hither does our Μηδεν αγαν aime.
The Dorick and the Latine mean the same.
In speaking, being silent, or in sleep,
In good Turns, or in bad, a mean still keep.
In study, Labour, or what else so e'r.
I've said: and that a Mean I keep, end here.
Exit.
I Cleobulus, though my Native Seat
Be a small Isle, am Author of a great
And glorious Sentence; Μετρον αριστον;
A Mean is best: You Sirs that sit upon
The fourteen middle Benches next unto
Th'Orchestra, best may judge if this be true.
Your Nodd shows your Assent: We thank you; but
We shall proceed in Order: Was it not
Your Afer (though a Man he of late Time is)
That said once in this Place, Ut ne quid Nimis?
And hither does our Μηδεν αγαν aime.
The Dorick and the Latine mean the same.
In speaking, being silent, or in sleep,
In good Turns, or in bad, a mean still keep.
In study, Labour, or what else so e'r.
I've said: and that a Mean I keep, end here.
Exit.
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