Thomas Moore (Òîìàñ Ìóð)

A Speculation

Of all speculations the market holds forth, 
      The best that I know for a lover of pelf, 
Is to buy Marcus up, at the price he is worth, 
      And then sell him at that which he sets on himself. 

Âûãîäíàÿ ñäåëêà

È åñëè âïðÿìü îí òàê ñàìîâëþáë¸í, 
      È åñëè âïðÿìü ñîìíåíüÿ â ãîðäåöå íåò, 
Êóïè åãî çà òî, ÷òî ñòîèò îí, 
      Ïðîäàé çà òî, âî ÷òî ñåáÿ îí öåíèò! 

© Ïåðåâîä Åâã. Ôåëüäìàíà
Âñå ïåðåâîäû Åâãåíèÿ Ôåëüäìàíà

1. The Donkey and his Panniers
2. One Bumper At Parting
3. While History's Muse
4. Silence Is In Our Festal Halls
5. The Wandering Bard

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