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78 PETER A. ROLLANDKorony, berła, z głów infuły łupię.Bawoły wściekłe karoce mą toczą.Lud wszelkich stanów koptyty ostre tłoczą."Sława skrzydłami pod niebo wzlecona,Brzmiących trąb dźwiękiem wszędy ogłoszona.Chciwe ma Sława zwierzęta za konieSilne, ogromne, narzeczone słonie.Tą Alexander, Juliusz i PlatoSłyną na świecie, i wymowny Cato.Czas bystrolotny przez bystre jelenieDniem, nocą bieży, a stać się nie lenie."Jadę godzinami, Jesień, Zima, Lato,Ze mną biegają, jako widzisz, a toLata mnie psują, jak też one trawie.Wszytko ja depcę, śladu nie zostawię."Wsystko na świecie koniec terminuje,Sam jeden Chrystus wiecznie triumfuje.Nigdy nie cierpiąc zgrzybiałej starości,Z poczetami świętych, w świętej trwa jasności. 21This work is indeed quite puzzling because of the multiplicity of themes,the change of narrative voices, and the myriad of visual images it contains.All of these baffling details are made clear at once, however, when weaccept the fact that this text actually is composed of a series of inscriptionsinspired by some plate or plates illustrating Petrarch's Trionfi. To demonstratethe probability of this hypothesis, it is necessary to consider aninstance of such influence in the writings of the Polish author Mikołaj Rej.21Like maddened horses you run, O Cupidy shameless son of licentious Venus./Whom haveyou not wounded with the arrow of concupiscence?/Hector, Solomon fell by yourmalice./Virtuous poets nor orators you cannot overlook/На, not even Jove./Behold, HolyShame, having broken the arrows/of Cupid, has no small triumph./ Scipio, Joseph unconqueredin the vanguard/go, Suzanna, Judith, virtuous ladies./Restraint, Moderation stand by the carriagewheels/the ladies in the rear prepare an offering of palms./"I, Death, to whatever comesto my eyes/I put an end with my sharp, swift scythc/It is I who papal, royal, episcopal/tiaras,sceptres, and mitres from the head do bash./Wild bulls pull my carriage./They trample allestates with their sharp hooves.'VFame borne up to the heavens on wings/is announced everywhereby the sound of blaring trumpets./Fame has rapacious beasts for horses/strong, huge,called elephants./By this [Fame] Alexander, Julius, and Plato/are renowned in the world, and[also] eloquent Cato./Swiftly flying Time, by swift hinds drawn/ day [and] night courses, andhastens not to stop./'Ί drive for hours, Spring, Winter, and Summer/run with me as yousee/and the years spoil me as I consume them./1 touch everything and leave not atrace.'YEverything in [this] world has an end,/only Christ Himself eternally triumphs./Neverhaving suffered bent old age,/ with the community of saints/He remains in holy splendor.