He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Marie de France: Lanval
"Lady," he said, "if this should be
Your wish (and such joy meant for me),
To have me for your paramour,
There's no command, you may be sure,
Wise or foolish, what you will,
Which I don't promise to fulfull.
I'll follow only your behest.
For you I'll give up all the rest."
Your wish (and such joy meant for me),
To have me for your paramour,
There's no command, you may be sure,
Wise or foolish, what you will,
Which I don't promise to fulfull.
I'll follow only your behest.
For you I'll give up all the rest."
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