- 12.10.09 21:12
- O benefit of ill! now I find true
That better is by evil still made better;
And ruin'd love, when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
So I return rebuk'd to my content,
And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent. - 2 aksiomasieteikt virzienu
- 12.10.09 21:30
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why is my verse so barren of new pride,
so far from variation or quick change,
why with the time do i not glance aside
to newfound methods or to compounds strange?
why write i still one, ever the same
and keep invention in a noted weed
that every word doeth almost tell my name
showing their birth and where they did proceed? - ieteikt labāku virzienu
- 12.10.09 22:30
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like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
so do our minutes hasten to their end;
each changing place with that which goes before,
in sequent toil all forwards do content. - ieteikt labāku virzienu