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Автор: Burton Robert
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       Nos sumus e numero, nullus mihi spirat Apollo, Grandiloquus Vates quilibet esse nequit.

       Si Criticus Lector, tumidus Censorque molestus, Zoilus et Momus, si rabiosa cohors:

       Ringe, freme, et noli tum pandere, turba malignis

       Si occurrat sannis invidiosa suis:

       Fac fugias; si nulla tibi sit copia eundi, Contemnes, tacite scommata quaeque feres. Frendeat, allatret, vacuas gannitibus auras Impleat, haud cures; his placuisse nefas. Verum age si forsan divertat purior hospes, Cuique sales, ludi, displiceantque joci, Objiciatque tibi sordes, lascivaque: dices, Lasciva est Domino et Musa jocosa tuo,

       Nec lasciva tamen, si pensitet omne; sed esto; Sit lasciva licet pagina, vita proba est.

       Barbarus, indoctusque rudis spectator in istam

       Si messem intrudat, fuste fugabis eum,

       Fungum pelle procul (jubeo) nam quid mihi fungo? Conveniunt stomacho non minus ista suo.

       Sed nec pelle tamen; laeto omnes accipe vultu, Quos, quas, vel quales, inde vel unde viros. Gratus erit quicunque venit, gratissimus hospes Quisquis erit, facilis difficilisque mihi.

       Nam si culparit, quaedam culpasse juvabit, Culpando faciet me meliora sequi.

       Sed si laudarit, neque laudibus efferar ullis, Sit satis hisce malis opposuisse bonum.

       Haec sunt quae nostro placuit mandare libello, Et quae dimittens dicere jussit Herus. DEMOCRITUS JUNIOR TO HIS BOOK

       PARAPHRASTIC METRICAL TRANSLATION.

       Go forth my book into the open day; Happy, if made so by its garish eye.

       O'er earth's wide surface take thy vagrant way, To imitate thy master's genius try.

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       The Graces three, the Muses nine salute,

       Should those who love them try to con thy lore. The country, city seek, grand thrones to boot, With gentle courtesy humbly bow before. Should nobles gallant, soldiers frank and brave Seek thy acquaintance, hail their first advance: From twitch of care thy pleasant vein may save, May laughter cause or wisdom give perchance. Some surly Cato, Senator austere,

       Haply may wish to peep into thy book: Seem very nothing--tremble and revere: No forceful eagles, butterflies e'er look.

       They love not thee: of them then little seek,

       And wish for readers triflers like thyself.

       Of ludeful matron watchful catch the beck, Or gorgeous countess full of pride and pelf. They may say pish! and frown, and yet read on: Cry odd, and silly, coarse, and yet amusing. Should dainty damsels seek thy page to con, Spread thy best stores: to them be ne'er refusing: Say, fair one, master loves thee dear as life;

       Would he were here to gaze on thy sweet look.

       Should known or unknown student, freed from strife

       Of logic and the schools, explore my book: Cry mercy critic, and thy book withhold:

       Be some few errors pardon'd though observ'd: An humble author to implore makes bold.

       Thy kind indulgence, even undeserv'd, Should melancholy wight or pensive lover, Courtier, snug cit, or carpet knight so trim

       Our blossoms cull, he'll find himself in clover,

       Gain sense from precept, laughter from our whim. Should learned leech with solemn air unfold

       Thy leaves, beware, be civil, and be wise: Thy volume many precepts sage may hold,

       His well fraught head may find no trifling prize.

       Should crafty lawyer trespass on our ground, Caitiffs avaunt! disturbing tribe away!

       Unless (white crow) an honest one be found; He'll better, wiser go for what we say.

       Should some ripe scholar, gentle and benign, With candour, care, and judgment thee peruse: Thy faults to kind oblivion he'll consign;

       Nor to thy merit will his praise refuse.

       Thou may'st be searched for polish'd words and verse

       By flippant spouter, emptiest of praters:

       Tell him to seek them in some mawkish verse: My periods all are rough as nutmeg graters. The doggerel poet, wishing thee to read, Reject not; let him glean thy jests and stories. His brother I, of lowly sembling breed:

       Apollo grants to few Parnassian glories. Menac'd by critic with sour furrowed brow, Momus or Troilus or Scotch reviewer: Ruffle your heckle, grin and growl and vow:

       Ill-natured foes you thus will find the fewer,

       When foul-mouth'd senseless railers cry thee down,

       Reply not: fly, and show the rogues thy stern;

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       They are not worthy even of a frown:

       Good taste or breeding they can never learn; Or let them clamour, turn a callous ear,

       As though in dread of some harsh donkey's bray. If chid by censor, friendly though severe,

       To such explain and turn thee not away. Thy vein, says he perchance, is all too free; Thy smutty language suits not learned pen: Reply, Good Sir, throughout, the context see;

       Thought chastens thought; so prithee judge again. Besides, although my master's pen may wander Through devious paths, by which it ought not stray, His life is pure, beyond the breath of slander:

       So pardon grant; 'tis merely but his way.

       Some rugged ruffian makes a hideous rout-- Brandish thy cudgel, threaten him to baste; The filthy fungus far from thee cast out;

       Such noxious banquets never suit my taste. Yet, calm and cautious moderate thy ire,

       Be ever courteous should the case allow-- Sweet malt is ever made by gentle fire: Warm to thy friends, give all a civil bow.

       Even censure sometimes teaches to improve, Slight frosts have often cured too rank a crop, So, candid blame my spleen shall never move, For skilful gard'ners wayward branches lop.

       Go then, my book, and bear my words in mind; Guides safe at once, and pleasant them you'll find. THE ARGUMENT OF THE FRONTISPIECE.

       Ten distinct Squares here seen apart, Are joined in one by Cutter's art.

       I.

       Old Democritus under a tree,

       Sits on a stone with book on knee; About him hang there many features, Of Cats, Dogs and such like creatures, Of which he makes anatomy,

       The seat of black choler to see. Over his head appears the sky, And Saturn Lord of melancholy. II.

       To the left a landscape of Jealousy, Presents itself unto thine eye.

       A Kingfisher, a Swan, an Hern,

       Two fighting-cocks you may discern,

       Two roaring Bulls each other hie, To assault concerning venery. Symbols are these; I say no more, Conceive the rest by that's afore. III.

       The next of solitariness,

       A portraiture doth well express,

       By sleeping dog, cat: Buck and Doe, Hares, Conies in the desert go:

       Bats, Owls the shady bowers over, In melancholy darkness hover.

       Mark well: If 't be not as't should be,

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       Blame the bad Cutter, and not me. IV.

       I'th' under column there doth stand

       Inamorato with folded hand;

       Down hangs his head, terse and polite, Some ditty sure he doth indite.

       His lute and books about him lie, As symptoms of his vanity.

       If this do not enough disclose,

       To paint him, take thyself by th' nose. V.

       Hypocondriacus leans on his arm, Wind in his side doth him much harm, And troubles him full sore, God knows, Much pain