Geffrey Whitney, A choice of emblemes (Leiden, 1586)

Emblem 26

Windmill with unmoving vanes; a sleeping man

Windmill with unmoving vanes; a sleeping man
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Otium sortem exspectatLatin

Idleness awaits its destiny

Interpretation
Miller sleeping (Idleness awaits its destiny)

Description of the imageAI-generated

Within an ornamental border, a woodcut shows a windmill with a shingled roof and plank walls, its sails at the right side, standing on a wooden trestle base on a rise of ground. In the foreground at the lower right a man lies sprawled on the ground, leaning on one arm, apparently asleep or resting beside sacks and a wooden chest. At the left, in the middle distance, a figure in a cloak stands on a path by a fence. Clouds fill the upper left of the sky.

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TranscriptionAI-generated

A Windmill faire, that all thinges had to grinde, Which man coulde make, the father lefte his sonne: The corne was broughte, there nothing lack'd, but winde, And Customers, did freshlie to it ronne: The sonne repoas'de his truste vppon the mill, And dailie dream'de on plentie at his will. Thus he secure, a while his daies did passe, And did not seeke, for other staie at all: And thoughe hee founde, howe coulde the profit was, And that soe small, vnto his share did fall: Yet still he hoap'de, for better lucke at laste, And put his truste, in eache vncertaine blaste. Vnto this foole, they maie compared bee, Which idlie liue, and vainlie hoape for happe: For while they hope, with wante they pine, wee see: And verie fewe, are lul'de on fortunes lappe: While grasse doth growe, the courser faire doth sterue, And fortune sield, the wishers turne doth serue.

TranslationAI-generated

A fine windmill, able to grind everything that a man could make, the father left to his son: the corn was brought, nothing was lacking but wind, and customers came running eagerly to it. The son rested his trust upon the mill, and daily dreamed of plenty at his will. Thus he passed his days for a while in security, and sought no other support at all: and though he found how slight the profit was, and that so little fell to his share, yet still he hoped for better luck at last, and put his trust in every uncertain gust. To this fool they may be compared who live idly and vainly hope for good fortune: for while they hope they pine with want, we see; and very few are lulled on fortune's lap. While the grass grows, the fine steed starves, and fortune seldom serves the wishers' turn.

CommentaryAI-generated

2 passages · original left, translation right (click to fold)

Ouid. 1. Pont. 6. Cernis vt ignauum corrumpant otia corpus? Ut capiant vitium ni moueantur aquæ.

Ovid, Letters from Pontus 1.6: Do you see how idleness corrupts a sluggish body? How waters take on taint unless they are stirred?

Plaut. Rud. —— vigilare decet hominem, Qui vult sua tempori conficere officia. Nam qui dormiunt libenter, sine lucro, & cum malo quiescunt.

Plautus, Rudens: A man ought to stay awake who wants to get his duties done in good time. For those who sleep willingly take their rest without profit and with harm.

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Record ID: embstma_1667_emblem026
This emblem on the Iconclass site: https://iconclass.org/view/embstma_1667_emblem026
Copy: University Library, Glasgow, Stirling Maxwell 1667