‘La gola e 'l sonno et l'otïose piume'
Greed and sleep and slothful beds
have banished every virtue from the world,
so that, overcome by habit,
our nature has almost lost its way.
And all the benign lights of heaven,
that inform human life, are so spent,
that he who wishes to bring down a stream
from Helicon is pointed out as a wonder.
Such desire for laurel, and for myrtle?
‘Poor and naked goes philosophy',
say the crowd intent on base profit.
You'll have poor company on that other road:
So much the more I beg you, gentle spirit,
not to turn from your great undertaking.
Translated by: A. S. Kline
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