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Ex bello pax

Peace succeeding to war

En galea intrepidus quam miles gesserat, & quae
Saepius hostili sparsa cruore fuit.
Parta pace, apibus tenuis concessit in usum,
Alveoli atque favos grataque mella gerit.
Arma procul iaceant, fas sit tunc sumere bellum,
Quando aliter pacis non potes arte frui.[1]

See here a helmet which a fearless soldier previously wore and which was often spattered with enemy blood. After peace was won, it retired to be used as a narrow hive for bees; it holds honey-combs and nice honey. - Let weapons lie far off; let it be right to embark on war only when you cannot in any other way enjoy the art of peace.

Notes:

1. Cf. Anthologia graeca, 6.236, where bees nest in what were once the beaks (projections at the prow) of war-galleys.


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Amor filiorum.

Love of one’s children

Ante diem vernam boreali cana palumbes
Frigore nidificat, praecoqua & ova fovet.
Mollius & pulli ut iaceant sibi vellicat alas,
Queis nuda hyberno deficit ipsa gelu.[1]
Ecquid Colchi pudet, vel te Procne improba, mortem
Cm volucris propriae prolis amore subit?[2]

Before the day of spring, the wood-pigeon, all white with winter snow, builds her nest and cherishes her premature eggs. To make her chicks lie more softly, she plucks her own wing-feathers, and stripped of them, she herself perishes from the wintry frost. Woman of Colchis, do you feel any shame? Or you, heartless Procne? - when a bird submits to death out of love for her own offspring.

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Amour aux enfans.

De yver le ramier ses oeufz feist:
Et par froit les voulut couver:
Lors de ses plumes se deffeist,
Pour ses oeufz du grand froit saulver:
Mort le print. en quoy veulx prouver,
Que Medee, & les rudes meres,
Doibvent grand vergoigne trouver,
Destre plus que ung oyseau ameres.

Notes:

1. This is based on Anthologia graeca 9.95.

2. Both Medea (the woman of Colchis) and Procne killed their own children. They are the legendary infamous child-killers. See [FALb064] notes for Procne, [FALa098] notes for Medea.


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