Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
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Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
And thus, expiring, do foretell of him:
His rash fierce read more
Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
And thus, expiring, do foretell of him:
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding doth choke the feeder;
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength not my weakness.
Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength not my weakness.
...Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
...Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.
Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.
The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and
billows.
[Ger., Der Sturm ist read more
The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and
billows.
[Ger., Der Sturm ist Meister; Wind und Well spielen
Ball mit dem Menschen.]
And out of darkness came the hands
That reach thro' nature, moulding men.
And out of darkness came the hands
That reach thro' nature, moulding men.
A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
And blow it to the source from whence it came.
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A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
And blow it to the source from whence it came.
Thy very beams will dry those vapors up,
For every cloud engenders not a storm.
The more sympathy you give, the less you need.
The more sympathy you give, the less you need.
