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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

This excerpt below totally cheered me up on what happened earlier, and gave me the courage to move on. Being consoled and encouraged is definitely one of life's greatest pleasures.

In Shakespeare's King Richard II Act 1.4,
John of Gaunt to his son Bolingbroke:

All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
Teach they necessity to reason thus;
There is no virtue like necessity.
Think not the King did banish thee,
But thou the King. Woe doth the heavier sit
Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour,
And not the King exiled thee; or suppose
Devouring pestilence hangs in our air
And thou art flying to a fresher clime.
Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it
To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st.
Suppose the singing birds musicians,
The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strewed
The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more
Than a delightful measure or a dance;
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

Studying can be such a delight at times. Owe you another big time, Shakespeare.

love, cy