.Tuesday, November 18, 2008 ' 6:30 PM Y
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and once again, God proves otherwise.
lol. (he is a humourous God afterall.)
i was just lamenting that texts do not show the misery of love,
but i was wrong.
i made that comment when i had only read the first 2 books of
Troilus and Criseyde
after reading books 3,4,& 5
i beg to differ.
poor troilus.
O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she, In which that love up groweth with your age, Repeyreth hoom from worldly vanitee, And of your herte up-casteth the visage To thilke god that after his image 1840 Yow made, and thinketh al nis but a fayre This world, that passeth sone as floures fayre.
And loveth him, the which that right for love Upon a cros, our soules for to beye, First starf, and roos, and sit in hevene a-bove; 1845 For he nil falsen no wight, dar I seye, That wol his herte al hoolly on him leye. And sin he best to love is, and most meke, What nedeth feyned loves for to seke?http://hompi.sogang.ac.kr/anthony/Chaucer/Troilus4-5.htmin short,
O young joyous people, youths and maidens, in whom love ever grows up with your age, get yourself home from worldly vanity. Cast up the eyes of your heart to that God that made you after His image, and think that all this world is but a temporary amusement and passes as soon as the sweet flowers. And love Him who for pure love, to redeem our souls, first died upon the cross, and rose again, and now sits on high in heaven. He will fail no creature (of that be sure) who will set his heart wholly on Him. And since He is most gentle and best to love, what need to seek feigned loves? 1848
chaucer is truly a great poet,
but God, u'r the best poet of them all. (:
