Jerusalem Delivered

Jerusalem Delivered, also known as The Liberation of Jerusalem (La Gerusalemme liberata), is an epic poem by the Italian poet Torquato Tasso, first published in 1581. Quotations thumb|upright=1.25|The sacred armies, and the godly knight,That the great sepulchre of Christ did free,I sing. Canto l'arme pietose e 'l capitanoche 'l gran sepolcro liberò di Cristo.Molto egli oprò col senno, e con la mano;Molto soffrì nel glorioso acquisto:E invan l'Inferno a lui s'oppose; e invanos'armò d'Asia e di Libia il popol misto:Chè 'l Ciel gli diè favore, e sotto ai santiSegni ridusse i suoi compagni erranti. The sacred armies, and the godly knight,That the great sepulchre of Christ did free,I sing; much wrought his valor and foresight,And in that glorious war much suffered he;In vain 'gainst him did Hell oppose her might,In vain the Turks and Morians armed be:His soldiers wild, to brawls and mutinies prest,Reduced he to peace, so Heaven him blest. Canto I, stanza 1 (tr. Edward Fairfax) O Musa, tu, che di caduchi alloriNon circondi la fronte in Elicona,Ma su nel Cielo infra i beati coriHai di stelle immortali aurea corona;Tu spira al petto mio celesti ardori,Tu rischiara il mio canto, e tu perdonaS'intesso fregj al ver, s'adorno in parteD'altri diletti, che de' tuoi le carte. O heavenly Muse, that not with fading baysDeckest thy brow by the Heliconian spring,But sittest crowned with stars' immortal raysIn Heaven, where legions of bright angels sing;Inspire life in my wit, my thoughts upraise,My verse ennoble, and forgive the thing,If fictions light I mix with truth divine,And fill these lines with other praise than thine. Canto I, stanza 2 (tr. Edward Fairfax) Là corre il mondo, ove più versiDi sue dolcezze il lusinghier Parnaso;E che 'l vero condito in molli versi,I più schivi allettando ha persuaso. You know the world delights in lovely things,for men have hearts sweet poetry will win,and when the truth is seasoned in soft rhymeit lures and leads the most reluctant in. Canto I, stanza 3 (tr. Anthony Esolen) thumb|So we, if children young diseased we find,Anoint with sweets the vessel's foremost partsTo make them taste the potions sharp we give;They drink deceived, and so deceived, they live. Cosi all' egro fanciul porgiamo aspersi Di soave licor gli orli del vaso; Succhi ainari, ingannato, in tanto ei bene, E da l'inganno iuo, vita ricere. So we, if children young diseased we find,Anoint with sweets the vessel's foremost partsTo make them taste the potions sharp we give;They drink deceived, and so deceived, they live. Canto I, stanza 3 (tr. Edward Fairfax) Anthony Esolen's translation: As we brush with honey the brim of a cup, to foola feverish child to take his medicine:he drinks the bitter juice and cannot tell—but it is a mistake that makes him well. Compare: Sed vel uti pueris absinthia taetra medentes / cum dare conantur, prius oras pocula circum / contingunt mellis dulci flavoque liquore, / ut puerorum aetas inprovida ludificetur / labrorum tenus, interea perpotet amarum / absinthi laticem deceptaque non capiatur, / sed potius tali facto recreata valescat. When a doctor is trying to give unpleasant medicine to a child, he smears the rim of the cup with honey. And the child, not suspecting any trick, tastes it; and at first he is misled by the sweetness on his lips into swallowing it, however sour it is. But even though he is deceived, he is not distraught; and soon enough he gets better and regains his strength. Lucretius, De Rerum Natura, Book I, lines 936–942, and Book IV, lines 11–17 (tr. G. B. Cobbold) Oh meraviglia! Amor, ch'appena è nato, Già grande vola, e già trionfa armato. O love, o wonder; love new born, new bred,Now groan, now armed, this champion captive led. Canto I, stanza 47 (tr. Fairfax) Or se tu se' vil serva, e il tuo servaggio (Non ti lagnar) giustizia, e non oltraggio. Now if thou be a bondslave vile become,No wrong is that, but God's most righteous doom. Canto I, stanza 51 (tr. Fairfax) E l' aspettar del male è mal peggiore Forse, che non parrebbe il mal presente. The fear of ill exceeds the evil we fear,For so our present harms still most annoy us. Canto I, stanza 82 (tr. Fairfax) A re malvagio, consiglier peggiore. To a bad king a worse counsellor. Canto II, stanza 2 (tr. Max Wickert) thumb|He, full of bashfulness and truth, Loved much, hoped little, and desired nought. Ei che modesto è sì, com'essa è bella,Brama assai, poco spera, e nulla chiede. She fair, he full of bashfulness and truth,Loved much, hoped little, and desired nought. Canto II, stanza 16 (tr. Fairfax) Di natura, d' amor, de' cieli amici Le negligenze sue son artifici. For what the most neglects, most curious prove,So Beauty's helped by Nature, Heaven, and Love. Canto II, stanza 18 (tr. Fairfax) O fortunati miei dolci martiri!S'impetrerò che giunto seno a seno,L'anima mia nella tua bocca io spiri. My torments easy, full of sweet delight,If this I could obtain,—that breast to breastThy bosom might receive my yielded sprite. Canto II, stanza 35 (tr. Fairfax) L'alte non temo, e l'umili non sdegno. Great acts I reach to, to small things I bow. Canto II, stanza 46 (tr. Fairfax) Variant translation: The proud I fear not, nor the meek disdain. Giunta è tua gloria al sommo e per lo innanzi Fuggir le dubbie guerre a te conviene, Ch' ove tu vinca sol di stato avvanzi Nè tua gloria maggior quindi diviene; Mal' Imperio acquii'tato e prefo dianzi El' onor perdi, se 'l contrario avviene. Chance in uncertain, fortune double-faced,Smiling at first, she frowneth in the end:Beware thine honor be not then disgraced,Take heed thou mar not when thou think'st to mend. Canto II, stanza 67 (tr. Fairfax) Chè fortuna quaggiù varia a vicenda,Mandandoci venture or triste, or buone:A' voli troppo alti e repentini Sogliono i precipizi esser vicini. High state, the bed is where misfortune lies,Mars most unfriendly, when most kind he seems,Who climbeth high, on earth he hardest lights,And lowest falls attend the highest flights. Canto II, stanza 70 (tr. Fairfax) La fede greca a chi non è palese? Greek faith the due of him who is not known. Canto II, stanza 72 (tr. T. B. Harbottle) Liberi sensi in semplici parole. Unfettered sentiments in simple speech. Canto II, stanza 81 (tr. T. B. Harbottle) Noi morirem, né invidia avremo ai vivi: Noi morirem, ma non morremo inulti. So might we die, not envying them that live;So would we die, not unrevenged all. Canto II, stanza 86 (tr. Fairfax) Chi la pace non vuol, la guerra s' abbia. Who scorneth peace shall have his fill of war. Canto II, stanza 88 (tr. Fairfax) Era la notte allor ch'alto riposoHan l'onde e i venti, e parea muto il mondo,Gli animai lassi, e quei che 'l mare ondoso,O de' liquidi laghi alberga il fondo,E chi si giace in tana, o in mandra ascoso,E i pinti augelli nell’oblio giocondoSotto il silenzio de' secreti orroriSopían gli affanni, e raddolciano i cori. Now spread the night her spangled canopy,And summoned every restless eye to sleep;On beds of tender grass the beasts down lie,The fishes slumbered in the silent deep,Unheard were serpent's hiss and dragon's cry,Birds left to sing, and Philomen to weep,Only that noise heaven's rolling circles kest,Sung lullaby to bring the world to rest. Canto II, stanza 96 (tr. Fairfax) Già l'aura messaggiera erasi destaA nunziar che se ne vien l'aurora:intanto s'adorna, e l'aurea testaDi rose, colte in Paradiso, infiora. The purple morning left her crimson bed,And donned her robes of pure vermilion hue,Her amber locks she crowned with roses red,In Eden's flowery gardens gathered new. Canto III, stanza 1 (tr. Fairfax) Già la notte oscuraAvea tutti del giorno i raggj spenti;E con l'oblío d'ogni nojosa curaPonea tregua alle lagrime, ai lamenti. Already darkening nighthad quenched all rays of daylight, and made truce,in mere oblivion of all care and fright,with tears and with laments. Canto III, stanza 71 (tr. Wickert) Il gran nemico dell'umane genti. Mankind's great adversary. Canto IV, stanza 1 (tr. Wickert) L'uom vile, e di vil fango in terra nato. Vile man, begot of clay, and born of dust. Canto IV, stanza 10 (tr. Fairfax) Fa manto del vero alia menzogna. In a cloak of truth disguise your scheming. Canto IV, stanza 25 (tr. Wickert) thumb|For God and country, all things are allowed. Per la fe, per la patria il tutto lice. All things are lawful for our lands and faith. Canto IV, stanza 26 (tr. Fairfax) Max Wickert's translation: "For God and country, all things are allowed". Principe invitto, disse, il cui gran nomeSen vola adorno di sì chiari fregi;Chè l’esser da te vinte, e in guerra domeRecansi a gloria le provincie e i Regi. Victorious prince, whose honorable nameIs held so great among our Pagan kings,That to those lands thou dost by conquest tameThat thou hast won them some content it brings. Canto IV, stanza 39 (tr. Fairfax) Crudel, che tal beltà turba e consuma. Hard is that heart which beauty makes not soft. Canto IV, stanza 77 (tr. Fairfax) Ahi crudo Amor! ch' egualmente n'ancide L'assénzio, e'l mel, che tu sra noi dispensi, E d'ogni tempo egualmente mortali Vengon da te le medicine e i mali. Cruel Love! You bear our death in murderous vials,filled now with gall, now with your honeyed treasure—equally fatal all that you ensure,whether it be the sickness or the cure. Canto IV, stanza 92 (tr. Wickert) thumb|In a world so mutable and blindit's often constancy to change one's mind. Chè nel mondo mutabile e leggiero,Costanza è spesso il variar pensiero. For in a world so mutable and blindit's often constancy to change one's mind. Canto V, stanza 3 (tr. Wickert) Non fia l'arbitrio suo per altro servo. Power constrained is but a glorious slave. Canto V, stanza 5 (tr. Fairfax) thumb|Too dark the place and too inscrutablewhere mortal men their deepest thoughts control. Chè 'n parte troppo cupa, e troppo internaIl pensier de' mortali occulto giace. Too dark the place and too inscrutablewhere mortal men their deepest thoughts control. Canto V, stanza 41 (tr. Wickert) Alfin s'invecchia amore Senza quest' arti, e divien pigro e lento, Quasi destrier che men veloce corra, Se non ha chilo segua, o chi 'l precorra. For love she wist was weak without those arts,And slow; for jealousy is Cupid's food;For the swift steed runs not so fast alone,As when some strain, some strive him to outgone. Canto V, stanza 70 (tr. Fairfax) Nè consiglio d'uom sano Amor riceve. Love calls it folly, what so wisdom saith. Canto V, stanza 78 (tr. Fairfax) Chè spesso avvien che ne' maggior' perigli Sono i più audaci gli ottimi consigli. For when last need to desperation driveth,Who dareth most, he wisest counsel giveth. Canto VI, stanza 6 (tr. Fairfax) Renditi vinto, e per tua gloria basti Che dir potrai che contra mie pugnasti. Yield, and sufficient glory let it beto have it said that you once fought with me. Canto VI, stanza 32 (tr. Wickert) Tempo è da travagliar mentre il sol dura; Ma nella notte ogni animale ha pace. The time for work is while the sun's light shines,but every living thing finds peace at night. Canto VI, stanza 52 (tr. Wickert) thumb|Her peasant garments cannot hide the lightof noble soul, her nature high and grand,and all her queenly majesty shines brightin every act her humble chores demand. Non copre abito vil la nobil luce, E quanto è in lei d'altero e di gentile; E fuor la maesta regia traluce Per gli atti ancor de l'esercizio umile. Her peasant garments cannot hide the lightof noble soul, her nature high and grand,and all her queenly majesty shines brightin every act her humble chores demand. Canto VII, stanza 18 (tr. Wickert) Par che la sua viltà rimproverarsiSenta nell'altrui gloria, e se ne rode. The other's glory seems to make him preyto shame, as though reproached for coward fear. Canto VIII, stanza 11 (tr. Wickert) Difesa miglior, ch'usbergo e scudo,È la santa innocenza al petto ignudo. For shield and mail are less secure defenceTo the bare breast than holy innocence. Canto VIII, stanza 41 (tr. Alex. Cuningham Robertson) Variant translation: Better defence than shield or breastplate, is holy innocence to the naked breast! Felice e cotal morte e scempio, Via più ch' acquisto di province e d'oro. Such death makes happier endthan conquests of huge realms or infinite gold. Canto VIII, stanza 44 (tr. Wickert) Dal sonno alla morte è un picciol varco. For little differs death and heavy sleep. Canto IX, stanza 18 (tr. Fairfax) Come pari d'ardir, con forza pareQuinci Austro in guerra vien, quindi Aquilone. With equal rage, as when the southern wind,Meeteth in battle strong the northern blast. Canto IX, stanza 52 (tr. Fairfax) Sedea colà, dond'egli e buono e giustoDà legge al tutto, e 'l tutto orna e produceSovra i bassi confin del mondo angusto,Ove senso o ragion non si conduce.E della eternità nel trono augustoRisplendea con tre lumi in una luce.Ha sotto i piedi il Fato e la Natura,Ministri umíli, e 'l moto, e chi 'l misura;E 'l loco, e quella che qual fumo o polveLa gloria di qua giuso e l'oro e i regni,piace là su, disperde e volve:Nè, Diva, cura i nostri umani sdegni.Quivi ei così nel suo splendor s'involve,Che v'abbaglian la vista anco i più degni;D'intorno ha innumerabili immortaliDisegualmente in lor letizia eguali. thumb|Under whose feet, subjected to His grace,Sit nature, fortune, motion, time and place. From whence with grace and goodness compassed round,He ruleth, blesseth, keepeth all he wrought,Above the air, the fire, the sea and ground,Our sense, our wit, our reason and our thought,Where persons three, with power and glory crowned,Are all one God, who made all things of naught,Under whose feet, subjected to his grace,Sit nature, fortune, motion, time and place.This is the place, from whence like smoke and dustOf this frail world the wealth, the pomp and power,He tosseth, tumbleth, turneth as he lust,And guides our life, our death, our end and hour:No eye, however virtuous, pure and just,Can view the brightness of that glorious bower,On every side the blessed spirits be,Equal in joys, though differing in degree. Canto IX, stanzas 56–57 (tr. Edward Fairfax) Max Wickert's translation: He sat where He gives laws both good and justto all, and all creates, and all sets right,above the low bounds of this world of dust,beyond the reach of sense or reason's might;enthroned upon Eternity, august,He shines with three lights in a single light.At His feet Fate and Nature humbly sit,and Motion, and the Power that measures it,and Space, and Fate who like a powder willall fame and gold and kingdoms here below,as pleases Him on high, disperse or spill,nor, goddess, cares she for our wrath or woe.There He, enwrapped in His own splendour, stillblinds even worthiest vision with His glow.All round Him throng immortals numberless,unequally equal in their happiness. Risorgero nemico ognor piu crudo, Cenere anco sepolto, e spirto ignudo! I will rise again, a foe, fierce, bold,Though dead, though slain, though burnt to ashes cold. Canto IX, stanza 99 (tr. Fairfax) Dagl'interni avoltoj, sdegno e dolore. Two inward vultures, Sorrow and Disdain. Canto X, stanza 6 (tr. Fairfax) Chè sovente addivien che 'l saggio e 'l forteFabbro a se stesso è di beata sorte. They make their fortune who are stout and wise,Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies. Canto X, stanza 20 (tr. Fairfax) Egualmente apprestato ad ogni sorte, Si prometta vittoria, e sprezzi morte. Alike prepared for all fates, at each breathassured of triumph and contemning death. Canto X, stanza 38 (tr. Wickert) Ch' era al cor picciol fallo amaro morso. For virtue is of little guilt ashamed. Canto X, stanza 59 (tr. Fairfax). Cf. Dante, Purgatorio 3.8–9. thumb|Eròtimo cries: 'Not science (I am sure)nor my poor mortal hands here work your cure.' Grida Erotimo allor: l'arte maestraTe non risana, o la mortal mia destra. Eròtimo cries: 'Not science (I am sure)nor my poor mortal hands here work your cure.' Canto XI, stanza 74 (tr. Wickert) Bruna e si, ma il bruno il bel non toglie. Black was this queen as jet, yet on her eyesSweet loveliness in black attired lies. Canto XII, stanza 21 (tr. Fairfax) E giungo ad un torrente, e riserratoQuinci da i ladri son, quindi dal rio. Soon, at a torrent's banks, I find its floodblocks my advance while bandits follow me. Canto XII, stanza 34 (tr. Wickert) thumb|Three times the warrior has embraced the maidin his huge arms. Tre volte il Cavalier la donna stringeCon le robuste braccia. Three times the warrior has embraced the maidin his huge arms. Canto XII, stanza 57 (tr. Wickert) Seconda avversità, pietoso sdegno Con leve sferza di lassù flagella Tua folle colpa; e fa di tua salute Te medesmo ministro. With fortunate misfortune, kindly wrath,Heaven's light lash now punishes your blackand foolish sin, and makes of your soul's wealyourself the minister. Canto XII, stanza 87 (tr. Wickert) Lei nel partir, lei nel tornar del SoleChiama con voce stanca, e prega, e plora. Till Phoebus' rising from his evening fallTo her, for her, he mourns, he calls, he cries. Canto XII, stanza 90 (tr. Fairfax) Non dee guerra co'morti aver chi vive. With spirits dead why should men living fight? Canto XIII, stanza 39 (tr. Fairfax) In che picciolo cerchio, e fra che nudeSolitudini è stretto il vostro fasto!Lei, come isola, il mare intorno chiude;E lui, ch'or Ocean chiamate or vasto,Nulla eguale a tai nomi ha in sè di magno;Ma è bassa palude, e breve stagno. In what a narrow circuit, among whatabandoned solitudes your fame lies bound!Amid vast seas your island earth is shut,though "vast" or "ocean", or what words resoundto name that sea, are idle names and fond,for what it is: a shallow bog, a pond. Canto XIV, stanza 10 (tr. Wickert) La fama che invaghisce a un dolce suono Voi superbi mortali, e par si bella, E un'ecco, un sogno, anzi del sogno un'ombra, Ch'ad ogni vento si dilegua e sgombra. Fame, whose sweet voice whispers of phantom blissto you proud mortals, and who seems so fair,is a mere echo, dream, dream lost in shade,at every wind-puff scattered and unmade. Canto XIV, stanza 63 (tr. Wickert) thumb|So cities fall, so perish kingdoms high,Their pride and pomp lies hid in sand and grass:Then why should mortal man repine to die? Giace l'alta Cartago; appena i segniDell'alte sue ruine il lido serba.Muojono le città, muojono i regni; Copre i fasti e le pompe arena ed erba; E l'uomo d'esser mortal par che si sdegni:O nostra mente cupida e superba! Great Carthage low in ashes cold doth lie,Her ruins poor the herbs in height scant pass,So cities fall, so perish kingdoms high,Their pride and pomp lies hid in sand and grass:Then why should mortal man repine to die,Whose life, is air; breath, wind; and body, glass? Canto XV, stanza 20 (tr. Fairfax) Max Wickert's translation: Exalted Carthage lies full low. The signsof her great ruin fade upon the strand.So dies each city, so each realm declines,its pomp and glory lost in scrub and sand,and mortal man to see it sighs and pines.(Ah, greed and pride! when will you understand?) Ecco altre isole insieme, altre pendíciScoprian alfin men erte ed elevate.Ed eran queste l'isole felici;Così le nominò la prisca etate,A cui tanto stimava i Cieli amici,Che credea volontarie, e non arateQuì partorir le terre, e in più graditiFrutti, non culte, germogliar le viti.Quì non fallaci mai fiorir gli olivi,E 'l mel dicea stillar dall'elci cave:E scender giù da lor montagne i riviCon acque dolci, e mormorio soave:E zefiri e rugiade i raggj estiviTemprarvi sì, che nullo ardor v'è grave:E quì gli Elisj campi, e le famoseStanze delle beate anime pose. About the hill lay other islands small,Where other rocks, crags, cliffs, and mountains stood,The Isles Fortunate these elder time did call,To which high Heaven they reigned so kind and good,And of his blessings rich so liberal,That without tillage earth gives corn for food,And grapes that swell with sweet and precious wineThere without pruning yields the fertile vine.The olive fat there ever buds and flowers,The honey-drops from hollow oaks distil,The falling brook her silver streams downpoursWith gentle murmur from their native hill,The western blast tempereth with dews and showersThe sunny rays, lest heat the blossoms kill,The fields Elysian, as fond heathen sain,Were there, where souls of men in bliss remain. Canto XV, stanzas 35–36 (tr. Fairfax) E con ben milleZampilletti spruzzar l'erba di stille. And on the flowersThe plenteous spring a thousand streams down pours. Canto XV, stanza 55 (tr. Fairfax) L'arte, che tutto fa, nulla si scopre. Art, that does all things, never herself displays. Canto XVI, stanza 9 (tr. T. B. Harbottle). Cf. Ovid, Ars Amatoria, 2.313. Deh mira (egli cantò) spuntar la rosaDal verde suo modesta e verginella;Che mezzo aperta ancora, e mezzo ascosa,Quanto si mostra men, tanto è più bella.Ecco poi nudo il sen già baldanzosaDispiega: ecco poi langue, e non par quella,Quella non par che desiata innantiFu da mille donzelle e mille amanti.Così trapassa al trapassar d'un giornoDella vita mortale il fiore, e 'l verde:Nè, perchè faccia indietro April ritorno,Si rinfiora ella mai, nè si rinverde. 'Ah, see,' he sang, 'the shamefast, virgin rosefirst bursting her green bud so timidly,half hidden and half bare: the less she showsherself, the lovelier she seems to be.Now see her bosom, budding still, uncloseand look! She droops, and seems no longer she—not she who in her morning set afirea thousand lads and maidens with desire.So passes in the passing of a daythe leaf and flower from our mortal scene,nor will, though April come again, displayits bloom again, nor evermore grow green.' Canto XVI, stanzas 14–15 (tr. Wickert) thumb|Gather the rose of love, while yet thou mayest,Loving, be loved; embracing, be embraced. Cogliam d'Amor la rosa: amiamo or quandoEsser si puote riamato amando. Gather the rose of love, while yet thou mayest,Loving, be loved; embracing, be embraced. Canto XVI, stanza 15 (tr. Fairfax) Compare: Gather the Rose of Love, whilst yet is time,Whilst loving thou mayst loved be with equal crime. Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene, B. II, C. XII, st. 75 Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Robert Herrick, "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time" Ride Armida a quel dir: ma non che cesseDal vagheggiarsi, o da' suoi bei lavori.Poichè intrecciò le chiome, e che ripresseCon ordin vago i lor lascivi errori,Torse in anella i crin minuti, e in esse,Quasi smalto su l'or, consparse i fiori:E nel bel sen le peregrine roseGiunse ai nativi giglj, e 'l vel compose. Armida smiles to hear, but keeps her gazefixed on herself, love's labours to behold.Her locks she braided and their wanton waysin lovely order marshalled and controlled.She wound the curls of her fine strands with spraysof flowers, like enamel worked on gold,and made the stranger rose join with her palebreast's native lily, and composed her veil. Canto XVI, stanza 23 (tr. Wickert) thumb|upright=1.23|She tried to cry out: 'Will you, cruel man,leave me alone here?' Pain choked off her cry,and in her heart the plaintive words beganto echo in a yet more bitter sigh. Volea gridar: dove, o crudel, me solaLasci? ma il varco al suon chiuse il dolore:Sicchè tornò la flebile parolaPiù amara indietro a rimbombar sul core. She tried to cry out: 'Will you, cruel man,leave me alone here?' Pain choked off her cry,and in her heart the plaintive words beganto echo in a yet more bitter sigh. Canto XVI, stanza 36 (tr. Wickert) Amo d' esser amata, odio gli amanti. Lovers she hated, though she loved their love. Canto XVI, stanza 38 (tr. T. B. Harbottle) Audace si, ma cautamente audace. Bold, but cautiously bold. Canto XVIII, stanza 57 Vantomi in lui scoprir gl'intimi sensi,E i secreti pensier trargli del petto. I'll know his inmost aims and (doubt me not)extract the guarded mysteries of his mind. Canto XVIII, stanza 59 (tr. Wickert) Lo schermitor vinto è di schermo. The craftsman is in his own craft beguiled. Canto XIX, stanza 14 (tr. Fairfax) Femina è cosa garrula e fallace: Vuole e disvuole; è folle uom che sen fida. Women have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile,They will, they will not; fools that on them trust. Canto XIX, stanza 84 (tr. Fairfax) Qual vento a cui s'oppone o selva o colle,Doppia nella contesa i soffj e l'ira;Ma con fiato più placido e più mollePer le campagne libere poi spira.Come fra scoglj il mar spuma e ribolle:E nell'aperto onde più chete aggira.Così quanto contrasto avea men saldo,Tanto scemava il suo furor Rinaldo. Like as the wind, stopped by some wood or hill,Grows strong and fierce, tears boughs and trees in twain,But with mild blasts, more temperate, gentle, still,Blows through the ample field or spacious plain;Against the rocks as sea-waves murmur shrill,But silent pass amid the open main:Rinaldo so, when none his force withstood,Assuaged his fury, calmed his angry mood. Canto XX, stanza 58 (tr. Fairfax) La via d'onor della salute è via. The way to honor, way to safety is. Canto XX, stanza 110 (tr. Fairfax) Quotations about Jerusalem Delivered Whoever has a relish for the beauty, the art, the interest of a poetic composition, for richness of detail, for truth of character, for generosity of sentiment, should make the Jerusalem Delivered his favourite study. It is in a particular manner the poem of the soldier: it breathes valour and glory, and, as I have elsewhere observed, it seems to have been written upon a buckler in the midst of camps. François-René de Chateaubriand, Itinéraire de Paris à Jérusalem (1811), translated into English by Frederic Shoberl: Travels in Greece, Palestine, Egypt, and Barbary, Vol. II (1812), pp. 169–170. Bibliography Jerusalem Delivered, trans. Edward Fairfax (1600) Dictionary of Quotations (French and Italian), ed. Thomas Benfield Harbottle and Philip Hugh Dalbiac (New York: The Macmillan Co., 1904) Jerusalem Delivered, trans. Anthony M. Esolen (Baltimore and London: JHU Press, 2000), 978-0801863233 The Liberation of Jerusalem, trans. Max Wickert (Oxford: OUP Oxford, 2009), 978-0191609015 External links Category:Epic poetry