Author: Nike (---.donpac.ru)
Date: 01-14-06 12:24
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O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time\'s fickle glass, his fickle hour;
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show\'st
Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow\'st.
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
Her audit (though delayed) answered must be,
And her quietus is to render thee.
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,
And found such fair assistance in my verse
As every alien pen hath got my use
And under thee their poesy disperse.
Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy ignorance aloft to fly,
Have added feathers to the learned\'s wing
And given grace a double majesty.
Yet be most proud of that which I compile,
Whose influence is thine, and born of thee:
In others\' works thou dost but mend the style,
And arts with thy sweet graces graced be;
But thou art all my art, and dost advance
As high as learning, my rude ignorance.
God does not care about our mathematical difficulties. He integrates
empirically. --Albert Einstein
God is subtle but he is not malicious. --Albert Einstein