by Ben Jonson (1572 - 1637)
Translation © by Tim Palmer

Weep with me all you that read
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE
Weep with me all [you]1 that read
  This little story;
And know, for whom a tear you shed
  Death's self is sorry.
'Twas a child that so did thrive
  In grace and feature,
As Heaven and Nature seem'd to strive
  Which own'd the creature.
Years he number'd scarce thirteen
  When Fates turn'd cruel,
Yet three fill'd zodiacs had he been
  The stage's jewel;
And did act (what now we moan)
  Old men so duly,
As sooth the Parcæ thought him one,
  He play'd so truly.
So, by error, to his fate
  They all consented;
But, viewing him since, alas, too late!
  They have repented;
And have sought, to give new birth,
  In baths to steep him;
But, being so much too good for earth,
  Heaven vows to keep him.

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Confirmed with English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray. Vol. XL. The Harvard Classics, New York: P.F. Collier & Son, 1909–14.

1 Browne: "ye"

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Line count: 24
Word count: 129

Pleurez avec moi tous qui lisent
Language: French (Français)  after the English 
Pleurez avec moi tous qui lisent
cette petite histoire;
et savez que pour qui vous versez des larmes
la Mort soi-même est désolée.
C’était un enfant florissant
en grâce et trait
que le Ciel et la Nature semblaient lutter
Qui possédait l’être.
Il avait à peine treize ans
quand les Parques devennaient cruelles,
toutefois pendant trois années complètes avait-il été
le joyau de la scène;
et il jouait (et maintenant quoi nous gémissons)
viellards sagement,
tant que vraiement les Parques pensaient qu’il était l’un des leurs,
il jouait tellement bien.
Ainsi par erreur à son destin
ils se sont tous mis d’accord;
mais l’ayant vu depuis, hélas, trop tard!
ils se sont repentis;
et ils ont essayé de lui faire revivre,
en lui faisant tremper dans des bains;
mais car il était beaucoup trop bon pour la terre,
Le ciel est résolu de lui garder.

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Translation of title "Epitaph on Salathiel Pavy" = "Épitaphe sur Salathiel Pavy" (un enfant de la Chapelle de la Reine Elizabeth I)

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This text was added to the website: 2017-07-08
Line count: 24
Word count: 145