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Simon Marion's plea on privileges (1586)
Source: Bibliothèque nationale de France : Mss. Fr. 22071 n°28
Citation:
Simon Marion's plea on privileges (1586), Primary Sources on Copyright (1450-1900), eds L. Bently & M. Kretschmer, www.copyrighthistory.org
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then gather profane flowers for our recreation;
of which the basest delight only curiosity,
resembling daisies, which possess mere beauty;
but the others, in addition to their elegance,
give off a sweet scent which inspires us with
the wise precepts of good morals. Such is this
book, born long ago in Rome, and only recently
restored in Rome, though that city may not claim
the glory of being the mother, but only the
hostess of the author, since Seneca, who first
wrote it, was Spanish, and Muret, who recently
revised and illustrated it, was French; two men
drawn to Rome under Empires as different as were
the differing successes of their lives. For when
the temporal domination of the world had its abode
in this proud and triumphant city, Seneca found
execrable princes there, or rather, horrible monsters;
one of whom, though he had in his youth suckled the
milk of virtue at the breast of doctrine, nevertheless
when on to transform the city into a sea of vice, and,
draining the breast of life of the blood which had
inspired him, drove Seneca to death: but now that
that same city, sacred and religious, shines with
piety as
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Source: Bibliothèque nationale de France : Mss. Fr. 22071 n°28
Citation:
Simon Marion's plea on privileges (1586), Primary Sources on Copyright (1450-1900), eds L. Bently & M. Kretschmer, www.copyrighthistory.org
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then gather profane flowers for our recreation;
of which the basest delight only curiosity,
resembling daisies, which possess mere beauty;
but the others, in addition to their elegance,
give off a sweet scent which inspires us with
the wise precepts of good morals. Such is this
book, born long ago in Rome, and only recently
restored in Rome, though that city may not claim
the glory of being the mother, but only the
hostess of the author, since Seneca, who first
wrote it, was Spanish, and Muret, who recently
revised and illustrated it, was French; two men
drawn to Rome under Empires as different as were
the differing successes of their lives. For when
the temporal domination of the world had its abode
in this proud and triumphant city, Seneca found
execrable princes there, or rather, horrible monsters;
one of whom, though he had in his youth suckled the
milk of virtue at the breast of doctrine, nevertheless
when on to transform the city into a sea of vice, and,
draining the breast of life of the blood which had
inspired him, drove Seneca to death: but now that
that same city, sacred and religious, shines with
piety as
No Transcription available.