Author: Chris (---.sympatico.ca)
Date: 11-23-04 15:32
The former post was removed because it was off topic, and thus a violation of our Great Books & Classics spirit. We are migrating to
registration-only forums at
href=http://jollyrogerwest.com>jollyrogerwest.com Great Books forums,
and booksliterature.com Great Books forums. These are Great Books sites, and we prefer posts along the following
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full character\'d with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain,
Beyond all date; even to eternity:
Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to raz\'d oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be miss\'d.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness in me.
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.
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action: and till action, lust
Is perjur\'d, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoy\'d no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallow\'d bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad:
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest, to have extreme;
A bliss in proof,-- and prov\'d, a very woe;
Before, a joy propos\'d; behind a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet. Then all things are at risk. It is as when a conflagration
has broken out in a great city, and no man knows what is safe, or where it will end.--Ralph Waldo Emerson