Author: sildenafil (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-29-06 16:48
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Those lips that Love\'s own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound that said \'I hate\',
To me that languish\'d for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was us\'d in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet;
\'I hate\' she alter\'d with an end,
That followed it as gentle day,
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
\'I hate\', from hate away she threw,
And sav\'d my life, saying \'not you\'.
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love\'s loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol\'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov\'d that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I lov\'d, I view in thee,
And thou--all they--hast all the all of me.
Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities.
The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit
to hereditary prejudices but honestly and courageously uses his
intelligence. --Albert Einstein
Love: St. Augustine Quotes
Love is the beauty of the soul.