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LK: "
Be my kin free fro varnal sin,
Bridle the thoughts of thy Master."R: "
There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,
Men dement
éd - blindfold
éd by light,
Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths.""
Might I too was blindfold
éd ere,
Tho' years have master'd me
A masque of this lo fashion:Sëer blest, thou best philosopher!"LK: "
The quality of mercy and absolution,
Whence cometh such qualities?
Build thyself a mirror in which
Solely wanton images of thy desrie appear!"R: "'
Tis the Divine Comedy -
The fool and the mocking court:
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!:
We hold the Earth fro Heaven away."LK: "'
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."R: "
Believe? In a deily long dead? -I would rather be a pagan suckl
éd in creeds outworn;
Whith fa
ärtytales fill'd up in head;
Thoughts of the Book stillborn."LK: "
Shadow of annoyance -
Ne'er come hither!..
And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer,
Ne'er to ascend again..."
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