For that sad day that seal’d his death,
Deprived him of his life.
Italy and Spain offer us little of seventeenth century humor. Their comedies are long and verbose, and rather dull. Also, there are few satisfactory translations.
The Italian, Francesca Redi, gives us a rollicking song of a Bacchanalian order.
DIATRIBE AGAINST WATER
He who drinks water,
I wish to observe,
Gets nothing from me;
He may eat it and starve.
Whether it’s well, or whether it’s fountain,