December 15, 2004
Le renard et le buste
Azulejos, Igreja S.Vicente de Fora - Lisboa
Les Grands, pour la plupart, sont masques de théâtre ;
Leur apparence impose au vulgaire idolâtre.
L'Ane n'en sait juger que par ce qu'il en voit.
Le Renard au contraire à fond les examine,
Les tourne de tout sens ; et quand il s'aperçoit
Que leur fait n'est que bonne mine,
Il leur applique un mot qu'un Buste de Héros
Lui fit dire fort à propos.
C'était un Buste creux, et plus grand que nature.
Le Renard, en louant l'effort de la sculpture :
Belle tête, dit-il ; mais de cervelle point.
Combien de grands Seigneurs sont Bustes en ce point ?
The great are like the maskers of the stage;
Their show deceives the simple of the age.
For all that they appear to be they pass,
With only those whose type's the ass.
The fox, more wary, looks beneath the skin,
And looks on every side, and, when he sees
That all their glory is a semblance thin,
He turns, and saves the hinges of his knees,
With such a speech as once, it's said,
He uttered to a hero's head.
A bust, somewhat colossal in its size,
Attracted crowds of wondering eyes.
The fox admired the sculptor's pains:
"Fine head," said he, "but void of brains!"
The same remark to many a lord applies.
La Fontaine, Fables (IV,14)
or
Aesop's Fables (Phaedrus 1.7):
Personam tragicam forte vulpes viderat;
quam postquam huc illuc semel atque iterum verterat,
'O quanta species' inquit 'cerebrum non habet!'
Hoc illis dictum est quibus honorem et gloriam
Fortuna tribuit, sensum communem abstulit.
A Fox beheld a Mask- "0 rare
The headpiece, if but brains were there !"
This holds-whene'er the Fates dispense
Pomp, pow'r, and everything but sense.
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