Translated. <br /> <br />Senec. Traged. ex Thyeste Chor.2. <br />Stet quicunque volet potens <br />Aulae culmine lubrico &c. <br /> <br />Climb at Court for me that will <br />Tottering favors Pinacle; <br />All I seek is to lye still. <br />Settled in some secret Nest <br />In calm Leisure let me rest; <br />And far of the publick Stage <br />Pass away my silent Age. <br />Thus when without noise, unknown, <br />I have liv'd out all my span, <br />I shall dye, without a groan, <br />An old honest Country man. <br />Who expos'd to others Ey's, <br />Into his own Heart ne'r pry's, <br />Death to him's a Strange surprise<br /><br />Andrew Marvell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/senec-traged-ex-thyeste-chor-2/
