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Dulcia quandoque amara
fieri.

Sweetness turns at times to bitterness

LXXXIX.

Matre procul licta paulm secesserat infans
Lydius[1], hunc dirae sed rapuistis apes.
Venerat hic ad vos placidas ratus esse volucres,
Cm nec ita immitis vipera saeva foret.
Quae datis ah dulci stimulos pro munere mellis,
Proh dolor, heu sine te gratia nulla datur.[2]

A Lydian babe had strayed some way off, leaving his mother at a distance, but you made away with him, you dreadful bees. He had come to you, thinking you harmless winged creatures, yet a merciless viper would not be as savage as you. Instead of the sweet gift of honey, ah me, you give stings. Ah pain, without you, alas, no delight is granted.

COMMENTARIA.

Lydius infans, id est, Amor Cupido in Ly-
dia
natus (Lydos autem mortalium omnium
mollissimus & effoeminatissimos fuisse, refert
Leonicus, ex Clearcho lib. 3. cap. 95. de varia
historia) Cm paul longius Venere Matre
eius secessisset, ad apes venit, quae, dum mella
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dunt, ipseque fugiens pro dulci melle amaros
stimulos ad matrem revertens attulit. Doce-
mur vix unquam iucundi aliquid, absque dolo-
re sive molestia aliqua contingere, hinc vul-
go adagio dicitur, Ne quaere mollia ne dura
feras. apud Erasmum.

Notes:

1. This is based on Anthologia graeca 9.548 , where a baby, called Hermonax, is stung to death. See also Anthologia graeca 9.302 for another epigram treating the same incident.


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Presque le semblable. Extraict de Theocrit.[1]

La malle mousche Amour enfant blessa,
Robant son miel en Ruche, Et luy laissa
La poincte au doigt. Il crye, & avec pleur
Monstre Venus sa mere sa douleur,
Soy complaignant, si petit animal
Puissance avoir de faire si grand mal.
Venus riant dist. Filz, Tu sembles elle,
Qui si petit fais playe tant cruelle.

Petite chose peut faire grand mal: comme ung scorpion,
ung Phalange, Aussi Amour si petit qu’il ne peut
estre veu: faict au coeur playe presque irremediable.

Notes:

1. 3rd-century BC bucolic poet, who may or may not have wrriten the Idylls (19, The Honey Stealer), of which this is a fairly close translation, in dactylic hexameters, as in the Greek original.


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