Humble men know their natural place
And place no store in self-conceit.
They live far from all vain deceit
And court the favour of divine Grace.
Son of a midwife and a mason of stone,
Birthed questioning for ignorance to atone,
And carved himself a home in God’s Grace.
a brave good man who risked his life saving
Friends, swords, spears and arrows braving: -
As he trudged, on his back carrying Xenophon,
He walked with loaned wings of Bellerophon.
In poverty, the gadfly stung vain conscience
By proving learned men knew no science;
That theory was a conceit of intellect,
And for this, they must it honestly reject.
But vanity must give men to great ire
And to hemlock ministering they did conspire.
They could not compel him Boeotia to fly,
He would live Athenian laws and die.
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I would like to translate this poem