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Ut pictura poesis.

Indignor quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus.

Semper ad eventum festinat et in medias res Non secus ac notas auditorem rapit.

Proicit ampullas et sesquipedalia verba.

Brevis esse laboro,

Grammatici certant et adhuc sub iudice lis est.

Inceptis gravibus plerumque et magna professis Purpureus, late qui splendeat, unus et alter Adsuitur pannus.

My heart in hiding

Birds build—but not I build; no, but strain,

Elected Silence, sing to me

Winged words.

Certitude is not the test of certainty. We have been cocksure of many things that were not so.

Words are wise men’s counters, they do but reckon by them: but they are the money of fools, that value them by the authority of an Aristotle, a Cicero, or a Thomas, or any other doctor whatsoever, if but a man.

By art is created that great Leviathan, called a commonwealth or state, (in Latin civitas) which is but an artificial man … and in which, the sovereignty is an artificial soul.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,

The land of spices; something understood.

Who says that fictions only and false hair

Who says that fictions only and false hair

What then is music? … It exists between thought and phenomenon, like a twilight medium, it stands between spirit and matter, related to and yet different from both; it is spirit, but spirit governed by time; it is matter, but matter that can manage without space.

Dort, wo man Bücher

Between my finger and my thumb

Rules and models destroy genius and art.