Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)

Epigrams. The First Booke. № 14. A certaine old mans expression before his death, to his Son

That I am at the period of my age 
	Nor you, nor J, have any cause to mourne; 
For life is nothing, but a Pilgrimage; 
	When we have travel’d long, we must returne: 
Let us be glad then, that my spirit goes, 
After so many toiles, to his repose.

Эпиграммы. Книга I. № 14. О чём некий Старик сказал перед смертью своему Сыну

Не плачь ты обо мне, сынок, ей-богу,
	И то, что я скажу, не позабудь:
Жизнь – Странствие, ведущее к порогу,
	С которого мы начали наш путь.
Сейчас мой дух, извечный мой трудяга,
Уйдёт на вечный отдых… Вот где благо!

© Перевод Евг. Фельдмана
31.05.2007
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3. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 23. A counsell not to vse severity, where gentle dealing may prevaile
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