- TO MONSIEUR DE LA MOTHE LE VAYER
- (Upon the death of his son)
by: Molière (Jean-Baptiste
Poquelin, 1622-1673)
- ET thy tears, Le Vayer, let them
flow;
- None of scant cause thy sorrowing can accuse,
- Since, losing that which thou for aye dost lose,
- E'en the most wise might find a ground for woe.
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- Vainly we strive with precepts to forego
- The drops of pity that are Pity's dues;
- And Nature's self, indignant, doth refuse
- To count for fortitude that heartless show.
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- No grief, alas! can now bring back again
- The son too dear, by Death untimely ta'en;
- Yet, not the less, his loss is hard to bear,
- Graced as he was by all the world reveres,
- Large heart, keen wit, a lofty soul and rare,
- --Surely these claim eternity of tears!
This English translation of 'To
Monsieur de la Mothe le Vayer' was composed by Austin Dobson
(1840-1921). |
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