Author: TRADESOFT (---.anitex.by)
Date: 12-28-05 01:21
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O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love\'s eye is not so true as all men\'s: no,
How can it? O! how can Love\'s eye be true,
That is so vexed with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep\'st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.
100 per cent of us die, and the percentage cannot be increased.
- C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory, In DeathBeauty is truth, truth is beauty, -that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
John Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn, 1819
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season\'d showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As \'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better\'d that the world may see my pleasure:
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.