Therefore, to speak, and to avoid the first; And then, in speaking, not to incur the last,— Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert First, if all obstacles were cut away, And that my path were even to the crown, So mighty and so many my defects, That I would rather hide me from my greatness, And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign. Which God defend that I should wring from him! ὡς οὖν θέλοντος πάντα δὴ φυγεῖν ψόγον, χάριν μὲν ὑμῖν οἶδα τῆς προθυμίας, ἀνάξιος δ' ὢν δωρεὰς ὀκνῶ λαβεῖν· ων ἐμοὶ γὰρ εἰ καὶ μηδὲν ἐμποδὼν ἔτ ̓ ἦν, τὸ μὴ οὐχ ἱκέσθαι τὴν τυραννικὴν ἕδραν, κτῆσιν δικαίαν καὶ προσήκουσαν γένει, οὕτω ταπεινός εἰμι τῷ φρονήματι, οὕτω δὲ σοφίας κἀρετῆς λελειμμένος, ὥσθ' εἱλόμην ἂν μᾶλλον ἐκστῆναι τύχης, (πόντον γὰρ εὐρὺν πλεῖν ἔφυν ἀμήχανος,) ἢ λαμπρὰ νῦν μὲν σχεῖν, ἔπειτα δὲ σκότον, κλέους τ ̓ ἐν ἀτμῷ πνικτὸς ἐξολωλέναι. ἀλλ ̓ οὔτ ̓ ἐμοῦ δεῖσθ ̓, ἐν Θεῷ πράσσοντες εὖ, οὔτ ̓, εἰ δέοισθε, πόλλ ̓ ἂν ὠφελοῦμ ̓ ἐγώ. δένδρου γὰρ ἤδη βλαστάνων τυραννικοῦ καρπὸς πέφυχ ̓ ὅμοιος, ὃς χρόνῳ πέπων θρόνων πατρῴων ἄξιος γενήσεται, ἡμῖν τ ̓ ἀνάσσων ὄλβιον στήσει βίον. τούτῳ δίδωμι πάνθ' ἃ νῦν ὑμεῖς ἐμοί· κείνου γὰρ ἔστι μακαρίας τύχης δόσει γνώμης δ ̓ ἔχοιμι μήποθ ̓ ὡς ἀποστερῶν. PSALM C. 1. O be joyful in the Lord, all ye lands: serve the Lord with gladness, and come before his presence with a song. 2. Be ye sure that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. 3. O go your way into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and speak good of his name: 4. For the Lord is gracious, his mercy is everlasting: and his truth endureth from generation to generation. THE SAME TRANSLATED. Omnes Terræ jubilate, Læti Deum adorate, Cumque cantu festinate In conspectum Domini. Dominum scitote Deum Nobis esse, solum eum; Deus est qui nos creavit ; Sumus illi, quos curavit, Pecus atque populi. Ejus ante portam state, Ejus curias intrate ; Nomen ejus collaudate ; Redditote gratias. Namque Deus laude dignus, Semper clemens et benignus, Serus vindex peccatorum; Inque sæcla sæculorum Durat ejus veritas. FROM THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. How use doth breed a habit in a man! Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain !- These are my mates that make their wills their law, Have some unhappy passenger in chase: They love me well, yet I have much to do To keep them from uncivil outrages. |