J.Kochanowski - Treny - Księga piąta.docx

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Księga piąta – Treny                                                                                                                                         Na XII tablic ludzkiego żywota                                                           I                                                                                                                                                       Znak, że się człowiek nie na rozkosz rodzi,                                                                                                                                 Bo z płaczem na ten nędzny świat przychodzi.                                                                                     II                                                                                                                                                                                           Nie, dziadki tej gry waszej będzie;                                                                                                             Po chwili drugi nad czym inszym siędzie.                                                                                                                                                    III                                                                                                                                                                             Czego za świata skorupa nawrzała,                                                                                                                                          Ten zapach będzie w sobie długo miała.                                                                                                 IV                                                                                                                                                             Jakoby też rok bez wiosny mieć chcieli,                                                                                          Którzy chcą, żeby młodzi nie szaleli.                                                                                                                                  V                                                                                                                                                       Wszystko myśliwcy na tym biednym świecie;                                                                                             Możniejszy zawżdy podlejszego gniecie.                                                                                                                         VI                                                                                                                                                   Aza nie lepiej sławy cnej poprawić,                                                                                                           Niż , próżno siedząc, w cieniu wiek swój trawić?                                                                                                            VII                                                                                                                                                               Prawa są równie jako pajęczyna:                                                                                                                  Wróbl się przebije, a na muszkę wina.                                                                                                                           VIII                                                                                                                                                                                 Gdy szczęście nie chce, i rada pobłądzi;                                                                                              Fortuna światem, nie nasz rozum rządzi.                                                                                                          IX                                                                                                                                                                              Nie – kto ma złoto, ma perły, ma szaty,                                                                                                   Ale kto na swym przestał – to  bogaty.                                                                                                          X                                                                                                                                                                      Gdy będą Boga usta wyznawały,                                                                                                                   Niechajby się Go i sprawy nie przały.                                              S.213                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 XI                                                                                                                                                               Biedna starości! Wszyscy cię żądamy,                                                                                                   A kiedy przyjdziesz, to zaś narzekamy.                                                                                                              XII                                                                                                                                                             Omylny świecie , jakoć się tu widzi,                                                                                                     Doszedłem portu, już więc z innych szydzi!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

                            Orszuli Kochanowskiej,                                                                                                                                                                     Wdzięcznej, ucieszonej, niepospolitej dziecinie, która cnót wszytkich i                                                                                 dzielności panieńskich początki wielkie pokonawszy, nagle, nieodpowiednie,                                                                                                                                   w niedoszłym  wieku swoim, z                                                                                                                                                                                ...