[Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurret,
Et mala perrumpet furtim fastidia victrix.]
The citizens thinkes nature base, and arte is their desier.
Tushe, expulse nature with a forke yet she will still retire,
But chefely, if that she be euill she tarries then no space,
The victris hath a swifte recourse by stealthe unto her place.
[tr. Drant (1567)]
Drive Nature with a Pitch-fork out, shee'l back
Victorious (spite of State) by'a secret Track.
[tr. R. F.; ed. Brome (1666)]
Strive to expel strong Nature, 'tis in vain,
With doubled force she will return again,
And conquering rise above the proud disdain.
[tr. Creech (1684)]
For Nature, driven out with proud disdain,
All-powerful goddess, will return again;
Return in silent triumph, to deride
the weak attempts of luxury and pride.
[tr. Francis (1747)]
Thus, chase her out of doors -- do what you will --
Nature renews the charge and triumphs still;
spurs the weak barriers which caprice would lay
Athwart her course, and boldly bursts her way.
[tr. Howes (1845)]
You may drive out nature with a fork, yet still she will return, and, insensibly victorious, will break through [men’s] improper disgusts.
[tr. Smart/Buckley 1853)]
Drive Nature forth by force, she'll turn and rout
The false refinements that would keep her out.
[tr. Conington (1874)]
Turn Nature, neck-and-shoulders, out of door.
She'll find her way to where she was before;
And imperceptibly in time subdue
Wealth's sickly fancies, and her tastes untrue.
[tr. Martin (1881)]
You shall expel nature with a fork, yet will it always return and, by imperceptibly breaking through injurous aversions, show itself the conquerer.
[tr. Elgood (1893)]
Drive Nature out with a pitchfork. She'll be back again.
She'll outwit and break through absurd contempt! She will win!
[tr. Palmer Bovie (1959)]
Thrust nature out with a pitchfork -- she'll come back,
and gradually she'll win, breaking through your fancy fakes.
[tr. Fuchs (1977)]
Push out Nature with a pitchfork, she’ll always come back,
And our stupid contempt somehow falls on its face before her.
[tr. Raffel (1983)]
Drive Nature out with a pitchfork, she'll come right back,
Victorious over your ignorant confident scorn.
[tr. Ferry (2001)]
Expel nature with a fork; she’ll keep on trotting back.
Relax -- and she'll break triumphantly through your silly refinements.
[tr. Rudd (2005 ed.)]
Drive Nature off with a pitchfork, she’ll still press back,
And secretly burst in triumph through your sad disdain.
[tr. Kline (2015)]
[Mais un grand seigneur méchant homme est une terrible chose.]
But a great Lord, a wicked Man, is a terrible thing.
[tr. Clitandre (1672)]
If a great lord is a wicked man it is a terrible thing.
[tr. Van Laun (1876)]
But if a great lord is also a wicked man, it is a terrible thing.
[tr. Wall (1879)]
But a wicked nobleman is a terrible thing.
[tr. Page (1908)]
But a great lord who is a wicked man is a terrible thing.
[tr. Frame (1967)]
But a wicked nobleman is a frightening master.
[tr. Bermel (1987)]
But a great lord who's a wicked man is a frightening thing.
[tr. Wilbur (2001)]
[The man who has sworn not to forgive has uttered the worst oath he can take.]
[Vita enim mortuorum in memoria est posita vivorum.]
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
[ed. Hoyt (1896)]
For the life of the dead consists in the recollection cherished of them by the living.
[tr. Yonge (1903)]
The dead live in the memory of the living.
[ed. Harbottle (1906)]
For the life of the dead is set in the memory of the living.
[tr. Ker (Loeb) (1926)]
For the life of the dead lies in the memory of the living.
[tr. Manuwald (2007)]