Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)

Epigrams. The First Booke. № 21. To one bewailing the death of another

You have no cause to thinke it strange, that he 
		Hath yeelded up his last, and fatall breath; 
For ’tis no wonder for a man to dye, 
	Whose life is but a journey into Death: 
Nor is there any man of life deprived 
For age, or sicknesse: but because he lived.

Эпиграммы. Книга I. № 21. Строки, обращённые к тому, кто оплакивает смерть ближнего

Рыдая об ушедшем навсегда,
	Причину смерти называя в горе,
Ты говоришь: «Преклонные года»,
	Ты утверждаешь: «Одолели хвори», –
Но ты неправ: он умер потому,
Что жить на свете довелось ему. 

© Перевод Евг. Фельдмана
4.06.2007
Все переводы Евгения Фельдмана

1. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 19. Ingratitude is such a common vice, that even those who exclame most against it, are not freest of it
2. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 34. The misery of such, as are doubtfull, and suspi∣cious of their VVives chastitie
3. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 21. To one, who did confide too much in the sound temperament, and goodly constitution of his bodily complexion
4. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 40. Of wisedome, in speech, in action in reality, and reputation
5. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 29. How magnanimous a thing it is, in adversity, patiently to endure, what cannot bee evited

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