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"Be my kin free fro varnal sin,

Bridle the thoughts of thy Master."



"There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;

A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,

Men dementйd - blindfoldйd by light,

Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom`d garths."



"Might I too was blindfoldйd ere,

Tho` years have master`d me

A masque of this to fashion:

Seer blest, thou best philosopher!"



"The quality of mercy and absolution,

Whence cometh such qualities?

Build thyself a mirror in which

Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!"



"`Tis the Divine Comedy -

The fool and the mocking court;

Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!

We hold the Earth fro Heaven away."



"`Tis the Divine Tragedy -

The fool and the mocking court;

Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!

Make us guffaw at thy futile follies,

Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame;

Earth beareth no balm for mistakes -

We hold the Earth fro Hell away."



"Believe? In a deily long dead? -

I would rather be a pagan sucklйd in creeds outworn;

Whith faдrtytales fill`d up in head;

Thoughts of the Book stillborn."



"Shadow of annoyance -

Ne`er come hither!

...And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer,

Ne`er to ascend again..."

"Be my kin free fro varnal sin,

Bridle the thoughts of thy Master."



"There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;

A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,

Men dementйd - blindfoldйd by light,

Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom`d garths."



"Might I too was blindfoldйd ere,

Tho` years have master`d me

A masque of this to fashion:

Seer blest, thou best philosopher!"



"The quality of mercy and absolution,

Whence cometh such qualities?

Build thyself a mirror in which

Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!"



"`Tis the Divine Comedy -

The fool and the mocking court;

Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!

We hold the Earth fro Heaven away."



"`Tis the Divine Tragedy -

The fool and the mocking court;

Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!

Make us guffaw at thy futile follies,

Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame;

Earth beareth no balm for mistakes -

We hold the Earth fro Hell away."



"Believe? In a deily long dead? -

I would rather be a pagan sucklйd in creeds outworn;

Whith faдrtytales fill`d up in head;

Thoughts of the Book stillborn."



"Shadow of annoyance -

Ne`er come hither!

...And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer,

Ne`er to ascend again..."

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