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