martes, 13 de marzo de 2012

A Farewell to False Love Farewell false love, the oracle of lies,  A mortal foe and enemy to rest,  An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,  A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,  A way of error, a temple full of treason,  In all effects contrary unto reason.  A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,  Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,  A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers  As moisture lend to every grief that grows;  A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,  A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.  A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,  A siren song, a fever of the mind,  A maze wherein affection finds no end,  A raging cloud that runs before the wind,  A substance like the shadow of the sun,  A goal of grief for which the wisest run.  A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,  A path that leads to peril and mishap,  A true retreat of sorrow and despair,  An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap,  A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,  A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.  Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed,[since]  And for my faith ingratitude I find;  And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*,[revealed]  Whose course was ever contrary to kind*:[nature]  False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.  Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.  Sir Walter Raleigh

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