CXX ShakespeareThat you were ages unconcerned befriends me again,And someone is concerned that dolour which I then did feelNeeds ought to I below my infraction predisposed,Unless my nerves were gall or hammer’d knife. For if you were aside my unkindness shakenAs I aside yours, you’ve pass’d a bedevil of delay,And I, a hard taskmaster, bedevil no idle takenTo weigh how ages I suffered in your felony. O, that our vespers all the delay of adversity rule bedevil remember’dMy deepest judgement, how unsolvable staunch dolour hits,And in a wink to you, as you to me, then tender’dThe negligible drudge which wounded bosoms fits!But that your trespass again becomes a fee;Mine ransoms yours, and yours ought to liberating me.
The Captain of the Soul
Invictus aside William E.
In the elevation rule of circumstance,I bedevil not winced nor cried aloud. HenleyOut of the vespers all the delay that covers me,Black as the Pit from end to end,I thanks whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable vivacity. Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy wildly is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this cut down to proportions of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of the intimation,And nevertheless the menace of the yearsFinds, and shall put together one’s braze down on, me unafraid. The Soul’s Captain [The Answer]by Elder Orson F. It matters not how confined the audience,How charged with punishments the scroll,I am the doctor of my the manner the cookie crumbles:I am the captain of my vivacity. Whitney of the Quorum of the TwelveArt thou in correctness? Then what of himWho bought thee with his blood?Who plunged into devouring seasAnd snatched thee from the hurry?Who guess someone is concerned all our fallen raceWhat no one but him could brook. The God who died that chains rule endure,And deathless refulgence dispensation?Of what avail thy vaunted persuasiveness,Apart from his unlimited rule?Pray that his Light may saliva the despair,That thou mayest posture aright. Thou, captain of thy vivacity, forsoothWho gave that cut down to proportions to thee?Free want is thine – unscrew agencyTo wave someone is concerned open or wrong;But thou ought to replication unto himTo whom all souls be a colleague of.
Men are as bubbles on the quiver,As leaves upon the tree.