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      Jan KochanowskiLamentsLament XItłum. Dorothea Prall


      «Virtue is but a trifle!» Brutus[1] said

      In his defeat; nor was he cozenèd.

      What man did his own goodness e'er advance

      Or piety preserve from evil chance?


      Some unknown foe confuses men's affairs;

      For good and bad alike it nothing cares.

      Where blows its breath, no man can flee away;

      Both false and righteous it hath power to stay.

      Yet still we vaunt us of our mighty mind


      In idle arrogance among our kind;

      And still we gaze on heaven and think we see

      The Lord and his all-holy mystery.

      Nay, human eyes are all too dull; light dreams

      Amuse and cheat us with what only seems.


      Ah, dost thou rob me, Grief, my safeguards spurning,

      Of both my darling and my trust in learning?



      Marcus Junius Brutus (85 BC–42 BC) — Roman polititian, one of the assassinators of Julius Caesar, committed suicide after losing battle of Philippi. [przypis edytorski]

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