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		<title>Horace -- Epistles [Epistularum, Letters], Book 1, ep.  2 &#8220;To Lollius,&#8221; l.  51ff (1.2.51-54) (14 BC) [tr. Martin (1881)]</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fortune nor home not more the man can cheer, Who lives a prey to covetise or fear, Than may a picture&#8217;s richest hues delight Eyes that with dropping rheum are thick of sight, Or warm soft lotions soothe a gout-racked foot, Or aching ears be charmed by twangling lute. On minds unquiet joy has lost [&#8230;]]]></description>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Fortune nor home not more the man can cheer,<br />
Who lives a prey to covetise or fear,<br />
Than may a picture&#8217;s richest hues delight<br />
Eyes that with dropping rheum are thick of sight,<br />
Or warm soft lotions soothe a gout-racked foot,<br />
Or aching ears be charmed by twangling lute.<br />
On minds unquiet joy has lost its power;<br />
In a foul vessel everything turns sour.</p>
<p><em>[Qui cupit aut metuit, iuvat ilium sic domus et res,<br />
Ut lippum pictae tabulae, fomenta podagrum,<br />
Auriculas citbarae collecta sorde dolentes.<br />
Sincerumst nisi vas, quodcumque infundis acescit<br />
Sperne voluptate.]</em></p>
<br><b>Horace</b> (65–8 BC) Roman poet, satirist, soldier, politician [Quintus Horatius Flaccus]<br><i>Epistles [Epistularum, Letters]</i>, Book 1, ep.  2 &#8220;To Lollius,&#8221; l.  51ff (1.2.51-54) (14 BC) [tr. Martin (1881)] 
									<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(<a href="https://archive.org/details/worksofhorace02horauoft/page/274/mode/2up?q=%22Fortune+nor+home%22" target="_blank">Source</a>)
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(<a href="https://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A2008.01.0539%3Abook%3D1%3Apoem%3D2#:~:text=qui%20cupit%20aut,Sperne%20voluptates">Source (Latin)</a>). Other translations:<br><br>

<blockquote>The wisshinge, and the tremblinge chuffe his house and good doth please,<br>
As portraytures the poreblind eyes, as bathes, the gowtie ease.<br>
As musicke dothe delite the eares with matter stuffde, and sore.<br>
The vessels sowers what so it takes if it be fowle before.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://quod.lib.umich.edu/e/eebo/A03670.0001.001/1:7.1?rgn=div2;view=fulltext#:~:text=The%20wisshinge%2C%20and,be%20fowle%20before">Drant</a> (1567)]</blockquote><br>

<blockquote>Who fears, or covets: House to him and Ground,<br>
Are Pictures to blind men, Incentives bound<br>
About a gouty Limb, Musick t'an ear<br>
Dam'd up with filth. A vessel not sincere<br>
Sowres whatsoe're you put into't. <br>
[tr. <a href="https://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/t/text/text-idx?cc=eebo;c=eebo;idno=a44478.0001.001;node=A44478.0001.001:8;seq=1;rgn=div1;view=text#:~:text=Who%20fears%2C%20or,you%20put%20into%27t.">Fanshawe</a>; ed. Brome (1666)]</blockquote><br>

<blockquote>He that desires or fears, diseas'd in mind,<br>
Wealth profits him as Pictures do the blind;<br>
Plaisters the Gouty Feet; and charming Airs<br>
And sweetest sounds the stuft and troubled Ears:<br>
The musty Vessels sour what they contain.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/t/text/text-idx?cc=eebo;c=eebo;idno=a44471.0001.001;node=A44471.0001.001:8;seq=1;rgn=div1;view=text#:~:text=He%20that%20desires,what%20they%20contain%3B">Creech</a> (1684)]</blockquote><br>

<blockquote>Houses and riches gratify the breast <br>
For lucre lusting, or with fear deprest, <br>
As pictures, glowing with a vivid light, <br>
With painful pleasure charm a blemisht sight; <br>
As chafing soothes the gout, or music cheers <br>
The tingling organs of imposthum'd ears. <br>
Your wine grows acid when the cask is foul.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://archive.org/details/satiresepistlesi00hora/page/174/mode/2up?q=%22houses+and+riches%22">Francis</a> (1747)]</blockquote><br>

<blockquote>Who frets or covets, wealth can please no more<br>
Than pictures him whose eyes with rheum run o'er --<br>
Than furst an flannels can the cripple cheer,<br>
Or warbling music charm an aching ear.<br>
Life's every relish lies beyond his power,<br>
As in the tainted vessel all turns sour.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Epodes_Satires_and_Epistles_of_Horac/TPgDAAAAQAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&bsq=%22covets%20wealth%20can%22">Howes</a> (1845)]</blockquote><br>

<blockquote>To him that is a slave to desire or to fear, house and estate do just as much good as paintings to a sore-eyed person, fomentations to the gout, music to ears afflicted with collected matter. Unless the vessel be sweet, whatever you pour into it turns sour.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_works_of_Horace/First_Book_of_Epistles#:~:text=To%20him%20that%20is%20a%20slave%20to%20desire%20or%20to%20fear%2C%20house%20and%20estate%20do%20just%20as%20much%20good%20as%20paintings%20to%20a%20sore%2Deyed%20person%2C%20fomentations%20to%20the%20gout%2C%20music%20to%20ears%20afflicted%20with%20collected%20matter.%20Unless%20the%20vessel%20be%20sweet%2C%20whatever%20you%20pour%20into%20it%20turns%20sour.">Smart/Buckley</a> (1853)] </blockquote><br>

<blockquote>Who fears or hankers, land and country-seat<br>
Soothe just as much as tickling gouty feet,<br>
As pictures charm an eye inflamed and blear,<br>
As music gratifies an ulcered ear.<br>
Unless the vessel whence we drink is pure,<br>
Whate'er is poured therein turns foul, be sure.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Satires,_Epistles_%26_Art_of_Poetry_of_Horace/Ep1-2#:~:text=Who%20fears%20or,foul%2C%20be%20sure.">Conington</a> (1874)]</blockquote><br>

<blockquote>A house and wealth afford like pleasure to him who is covetous or fearful, as paintings do to a person with defective sightk, fomentations to a gouty man, or music to those whose ears suffer from accumulated dirt. Except a jar be clean, whatever you may pour in turns sour.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Works_of_Horace/-f8pAAAAYAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&bsq=%22a%20house%20and%20wealth%22">Elgood</a> (1893)] </blockquote><br>

<blockquote>If a mind is bound by greed or harassed by fears, his house, his home and all his possessions will give him no more pleasure than paintings do to the blind, warm blankets the feverish or music the deaf. In an unclean pitcher sweet milk soon turns sour.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/Horace_Quintus_Horatius_Flaccus/45ZEAQAAIAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&bsq=%22bound%20by%20greed%22">Dana/Dana</a> (1911)]</blockquote><br>

<blockquote>To one with fears or cravings, house and fortune give as much pleasure as painted panels to sore eyes, warm wraps to the gout, or citherns to ears that suffer from secreted matter. Unless the vessel is clean, whatever you pour in turns sour.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://archive.org/details/satiresepistlesa00horauoft/page/266/mode/2up?q=%22fears+or+cravings%22">Fairclough</a> (Loeb) (1926)]</blockquote><br>

<blockquote>His house and estate are as much of a pleasure to him<br>
Who wants something more (or is deathly afraid he won't get it)<br>
As dazzling canvases are to a man with sore eyes,<br>
Or nice wram robes to a man who suffers from gout,<br>
Or the music of mournful guitars to infected ears.<br>
If the vase isn't clean, whatever you put in turns sour.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://archive.org/details/satiresanndepist0000hora/page/172/mode/2up?q=%22his+house+and+estate%22">Palmer Bovie</a> (1959)]</blockquote><br>

<blockquote>A man who desires or fears enjoys his good as much<br>
as a sore-eyed man likes art, a man with gout<br>
fine shoes, someone with wax-plugged hears a cithara.<br>
Anything you pour into a dirty pot gets spoiled.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://archive.org/details/horacessatiresep0000hora/page/54/mode/2up?q=%22desires+or+fears%22">Fuchs</a> (1977)]</blockquote><br>

<blockquote><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab">A miser, or a man endlessly <br>
Greedy, enjoys his mansion, his rolling meadows, as much<br>
As a sore-eyed man takes pleasure in paintings, a gouty man relishes<br>
Hot cloths, a man with pus-filled ears loves music.<br>
If the cup isn't clean, everything you drink is dirty.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://archive.org/details/essentialhoraceo0000hora/page/204/mode/2up?q=%22man+endlessly%22">Raffel</a> (1983)]</blockquote><br>

<blockquote><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab">If your life is governed<br>
By cravings for what you lack, or else by fear<br>
Of losing what you have, then what you have,<br>
Your house and your possessions, give you as much<br>
Pleasure as a picture gives a blind man,<br>
Or an elegant pair of shoes gives a man with gout,<br>
Or music gives to an ear stuffed up with wax.<br>
A glass that isn't clean will guarantee<br>
That whatever you pour into it will sour.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://archive.org/details/epistlesofhorace0000hora/page/16/mode/2up?q=%22cravings+for+what%22">Ferry</a> (2001)] </blockquote><br>

<blockquote>A man with fear or desire has as much pleasure from his house<br>
and possessions as sore eyes from a picture, gouty feet<br>
from muffs, or ears from a lyre when aching with lumps of dirt.<br>
When a jar is unclean, whatever you fill it with soon goes sour.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://archive.org/details/satiresofhoracep00hora/page/80/mode/2up?q=%22fear+or+desire+has%22">Rudd</a> (2005 ed.)]</blockquote><br>

<blockquote><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab"><span class="tab">House and fortune grant <br>
As much pleasure to one who’s full of fear and craving<br>
As painting to sore eyes, poultice to gouty joint,<br>
Or lute to ears that ache from accumulated wax.<br>
Unless the jar is clean whatever you pour in sours.<br>
[tr. <a href="https://www.poetryintranslation.com/PITBR/Latin/HoraceEpistlesBkIEpII.php#anchor_Toc98156391:~:text=House%20and%20fortune,pour%20in%20sours.">Kline</a> (2015)]</blockquote><br>						</span>
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		<title>Shakespeare, William -- Henry IV, Part 2, Act 3, sc. 1, l.  26ff (3.1.26-31) (c. 1598)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[HENRY: Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.]]></description>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="hangingindent">HENRY: Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose<br />
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude,<br />
And, in the calmest and most stillest night,<br />
With all appliances and means to boot,<br />
Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down.<br />
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.</p>
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<br><b>William Shakespeare</b> (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet<br><i>Henry IV, Part 2</i>, Act 3, sc. 1, l.  26ff (3.1.26-31) (c. 1598) 
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