Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra (1547–1616). Don Quixote, Part 1.
Epitaphs and Eulogies
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
The Academics of Argamasilla, a Town of the Mancha, on the Life and Death of the Valorous Don Quixote of the Mancha: Hoc Scripserunt
An Epitaph of Monicongo, the Academic of Argamasilla, to Don Quixote’s Sepulchre.THE CLATT’RING thunderbolt that did adornThe Mancha, with more spoils than Jason Crete;The wit, whose weathercock was sharp as thorn,When somewhat flatter it to be was meet;The arm which did his power so much dilate,As it Gaeta and Cathay did retch;The dreadfull’st muse, and eke discreetest, thatIn brazen sheets did praises ever stretch;He that the Amadises left behind,And held the Galaors but in small esteem,Both for his bravery and his loving mind;He dumb that made Don Belianis to seem;And he that far on Rozinante err’d,Under this frozen stone doth lie interr’d.
Paniagando, an Academic of Argamasilla, in Praise of Dulcinea of Toboso.She which you view, with triple face and sheenHigh-breasted and courageous, like a man,Is tall Dulcinea, of Toboso queen;Of great Quixote well-beloved than.He, for her sake, treads the one and the other sideOf the brown mountain, and the famous fieldsOf Montiel and Aranjuez so wide,On foot, all tired, loaden with spear and shield(The fault was Rozinante’s). O hard star!That this Manchegan dame and worthy knight,In tender years, when people strongest are.She lost by death the glimpse of beauty bright;And he, although in marble richly done,Yet love’s wrath and deceits she could not shun.
Caprichioso, the Most Ingenious Academic of Argamasilla, in Praise of Rozinante, Don Quixote His Steed.Into the proud erected diamond stock,Which Mars with bloody plants so often bored,Half wood with valour, the Manchegan stuckHis wav’ring standard; and his arms restored:For them thereon he hung, and his bright sword,Wherewith he hacks, rents, parts, and overthrows(New prowesses), to which art must affordNew styles on this new Palatine to gloze.And if Gaul much her Amadis doth prize,Whose brave descendants have illustred Greece,And filled it full of trophies and of fame;Much more Bellona’s court doth solemniseQuixote, whose like in Gaul or Grecia is;So honoured none as in Mancha his name.Let no oblivion his glory stain,Seeing in swiftness Rozinante his steedEven Bayard doth, and Briliador exceed.
Burlador, Academic of Argamasilla, to Sancho Panza.This Sancho Panza is of body little;But yet, O miracle! in valour great;The simplest squire, and, sooth to say, least subtleThat in this world, I swear, lived ever yet.From being an earl, he scarce was a thread’s breadth,Had not at once conspired to cross his guerdonThe malice of the times, and men misled,Which scarce, an ass encount’ring, would him pardon.Upon the like he rode: Oh, give me leaveTo tell how this meek squire after the horseMild Rozinante, and his lord, did drive!Oh, then, vain hopes of men! what thing is worse?Which proves us, desired ease to lend,Yet do at last in smokes our glories end.
Chachidiablo, Academic of Argamasilla, on Don Quixote His Tomb.The worthy knight lies there,Well bruised, but evil-andant,Who, borne on Rozinante,Rode ways both far and near.Sancho, his faithful squire,Panza yclept also,Lieth beside him too;In his trade without peer.
Tiquitoc, Academic of Argamasilla, on Dulcinea of Toboso’s Sepulchre.Dulcinea here beneathLies, though of flesh so round,To dust and ashes groundBy foul and ugly death.She was of gentle breath,And somewhat like a dame,Being great Quixote’s flame,And her town’s glory, eath.
These were the verses that could be read. As for the rest, in respect that they were half consumed and eaten away by time, they were delivered to a scholar, that he might by conjectures declare their meaning; and we have had intelligence that he hath done it, with the cost of many nights’ watching and other great pains, and that he means to publish them, and also gives hope of a third sally made by Don Quixote.