Henry King, Bishop of Chichester (Генри Кинг, епископ Чичестерский)

Sic Vita

Like to the falling of a star,
Or as the flights of eagles are,
Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew,
Or like a wind that chafes the flood,
Or bubbles which on water stood:
Even such is man, whose borrowed light
Is straight called in, and paid to night.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entombed in autumn lies;
The dew dries up, the star is shot;
The flight is past, and man forgot. 

Sic Vita

Как звезд падучих яркий свет,
Как в небесах орлиный след,
Как весен славная пора,
Как серебро росы с утра,
Как свежий ветер у реки
Или как в лужах пузырьки,
Жизнь человека, чьи лучи
Погаснут, долг отдав ночи,

   Звезда исчезла. Ветер спал.
   Роса просохла. След пропал.
   Осенний день глядит в окно.
   И человек забыт давно.

Перевод В. В. Лунина

1. The Boyes Answer To The Blackmoor
2. To His Friends of Christ-Church upon the Mislike of the Marriage of the Arts Acted at Woodstock
3. Sonnet. Go thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite
4. To My Sister Anne King, Who Chid Me In Verse For Being Angry
5. Madam Gabrina, Or The Ill-Favourd Choice

Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) Sic Vita ("I am a parcel of vain strivings tied")

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