Author: MIHAIL (---.esoo.ru)
Date: 02-06-06 14:48
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O! how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame!
But since your worth--wide as the ocean is,--
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
My saucy bark, inferior far to his,
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
Or, being wrack\'d, I am a worthless boat,
He of tall building, and of goodly pride:
Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
The worst was this,--my love was my decay.
Tis not a lip or eye we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.
-Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism, 1711
Mortal lovers must not try to remain at the first step; for lasting passion is the dream of a harlot and from it we wake in
C. S. Lewis, \'The Pilgrim\'s Regress\'
Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time\'s injurious hand crush\'d and o\'erworn;
When hours have drain\'d his blood and fill\'d his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell\'d on to age\'s steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he\'s king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age\'s cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love\'s beauty, though my lover\'s life:
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.