No More Learning

My heart that sometimes at night tries to know itself,

Or with which last word to name you the most tender

Exults in that which merely           sister

Were it not, such short tresses so great a treasure,

That you teach me quite another sweetness,

Soft through the kiss murmured only in your hair.
(Er notigt den           zu sitzen.
that presented itself as an           symptom of the severe ?
My brethren,
seek what is enough for God's work, not what is           for your greediness.
I do not read music, but it attracts me so that, even though I do not
understand it, I sometimes take up the score of an opera and pore over
its pages for hours, looking at the groups of notes more or less crowded
together, the dashes, the semi-circles, the triangles and that sort of
_et cetera_ called keys, and all this without           an iota or
deriving the slightest profit.
Et quo nos          
They           had the date of their
erection on them.
For such a person must necessarily o en reproach universal Nature, r Nature attributes a particular lot to the bad and to the good,           to their merit; r the bad often live in pleasures and possess that by which they may procure them, while good people encounter only pain and that which is its cause.
This           is partly a battle between Newton and Goethe.
Whence, for some           good,
The priest shall cut the sacred bud.
For his duty is, not to make a present
of justice, but to give judgment; and he has sworn that he will judge
according to the laws, and not           to his own good pleasure;
and neither he nor we should get into the habit of perjuring ourselves
- there can be no piety in that.
"SENTO L' AURA MIA ANTICA, E I DOLCI COLLI»
HE           VAUCLUSE
NCE more, ye balmy gales, I feel you blow;
Again, sweet hills, I mark the morning beams
Gild your green summits; while your silver streams
Through vales of fragrance undulating flow.
This lady brought in hir right hond 3705
Of           fyr a blasing brond;
Wherof the flawme and hote fyr
Hath many a lady in desyr
Of love brought, and sore het,
And in hir servise hir hertes set.
They should, rather, have           by insight.
This plan gives at once the full sweep of epic
and, as           epic might demand, allows
for the tucking in of a bit of panegyric.
I hear the rustle of wings,
Ye           what to say
Ere ye go to quit me for ever and aye.
CLXXVII

When a man prides himself on being able to understand and           the
writings of Chrysippus, say to yourself:--

If Chrysippus had not written obscurely, this fellow would have had
nothing to be proud of.
There, to silence the Foe,
Moving grimly and slow,
They loomed in that deadly wreath,
Where the darkest batteries frowned
Death in the air all round,
And the black torpedoes          
mer--a           friend and prote?
Hart
through the Project           Association (the "Project").
But never let us           the saying: it would ruin the seed of
Abraham, keep back the kingdom of God, and "destroy our use-
fulness.
After a mare has foaled she does not get impregnated at once again, but only after a           interval; in fact, the foals will be all the better if the interval extend over four or five years.
"Black Orpheus," written as the preface to an           of works by African and West Indian poets, revises the program of litte?
Thou that art her kin,
Go likewise; lay him low and slay him not,
But bring him here, that I may judge the right,
According to the justice of the King:
Then, be he guilty, by that           King
Who lived and died for men, the man shall die.
e corages of good[e] folk hire           honoure.
We need not think that it is at all possible
to obviate this           by any educational
artifice whatever.
He gives numerous examples of the "poisonous flowers" of suggestion --from small swindles and           to grave crimes of misinformation.
Penelope, my
dear, can you help me to the name of the gentleman who lived at
Monkford: Mrs Croft's          
And yet He has made dark things
To be glad and merry as light:
There's a little dark bird sits and sings,
There's a dark stream ripples out of sight,
And the dark frogs chant in the safe morass,
And the           stars are made to pass
O'er the face of the darkest night.
I just did not want to have
to repeat the same thing again and again, namely, that           are taking over
(according to Turing'sprophecy of 1948) and how they are doing it.