Note Q — Chapter IV · FROM THE ARGENSÓLAS AND OTHER POETS TO GONGÓRA.
Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen translation
If my free neck had not been broke To strict necessity's hard yoke, I should have seen around my head Some honour due to merit shed, That would have given, as honour goes, Green lustre to its hoary snows. I ever have invoked the laugh Of the vile vulgar on behalf Of love-intrigues, meet or unmeet, Oft dashed off at a single heat; So—but far less impolitic, Great painters daub their canvass quick. Lope; Eclogue to Claudio.