Saturday, January 17, 2009
In Leisure and Obscurity
No, I shan't envy him who're he beSeneca, Thyestes 391-403:
That stands upon the Battlements of State;
Stand there who will for me,
I'd rather be secure than great.
Of being so high the pleasure is but small,
But long the Ruin, if I chance to fall.
Let me in some sweet shade serenely lye,
Happy in leisure and obscurity;
Whilst others place their joys
In Popularity and noise.
Let my soft moments glide obscurely on
Like subterraneous streams, unheard, unknown.
Thus when my days are all in silence past,
A good plain Country-man I'll dye at last;
Death cannot chuse but be
To him a mighty misery,
Who to the World was popularly known,
And dies a Stranger to himself alone.
Stet quicumque volet potensHat tip: Brandon Watson at Siris.
aulae culmine lubrico:
me dulcis saturet quies.
obscuro positus loco
leni perfruar otio,
nullis nota Quiritibus
aetas per tacitum fluat.
sic cum transierint mei
nullo cum strepitu dies,
plebeius moriar senex.
illi mors gravis incubat
qui, notus nimis omnibus,
ignotus moritur sibi.
Related post: In Calm Leisure Let Me Rest.