Author: greff (---.anitex.by)
Date: 02-05-06 22:36
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Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know\'st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thy self thou gav\'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav\'st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
This glad union hadmade it morning there,
And evening here: our hemisphere was dark,
While all the mountain bathed in white, when I
Saw Beatrice turned around, facing left,
her eyes raised to the sun-no eagle ever
couls stare so fixed and straight into such light!
-Dante, The Divine Comedy: Paradise
He who works with his hands is a laborer. He who works with his
hands and his head is a craftsman. He who works with his hands and his
head and his heart is an artist.
St Fancis of Assisi
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O! if,--I say you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
But let your love even with my life decay;
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone.