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.
       
      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.
       
      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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