Emotions and Feelings

But, Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me Upon my yowthe, and on my jolitee, It tikleth me aboute myn herte roote. Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote That I have had my world as in my tyme.

Yet in our asshen olde is fyr yreke.

What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, withouten any compaignye.

Upon his shuldres wynges hadde he two; And blynd he was, as it is often seene; A bowe he bar and arwes brighte and kene.

She wolde wepe, if that she saugh a mous Kaught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde.

Ye, fare wel al the snow of ferne yere! 6

For he that naught n’ assaieth, naught n’ acheveth.

For of fortunes sharpe adversitee The worste kynde of infortune is this, A man to han ben in prosperitee, And it remembren, whan it passed is.

If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?

If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?

Unknowe, unkist, and lost, that is unsought.

There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery. 9

Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. 4 It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk… somewhere You’ve long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend. But your Nightingales live on. Though the Deathworld Claws at everything, it will not touch them. 3

With a little gift; and precious are all things that come from friends.

With a little gift; and precious are all things that come from friends.

The frog’s life is most jolly, my lads; he has no care Who shall fill up his cup; for he has drink enough to spare.

Our concern be peace of mind: some old crone let us seek, To spit on us for luck and keep unlovely things afar.

Shall I crack any of those old jokes, master, At which the audience never fail to laugh?

Somewhere, what with all these clouds, and all this air, There must be a rare name, somewhere… How do you like “Cloud-Cuckoo-Land”? 3

This is what extremely grieves us, that a man who never fought Should contrive our fees to pilfer, one who for his native land Never to this day had oar, or lance, or blister in his hand.

Haven’t you sometimes seen a cloud that looked like a centaur? Or a leopard perhaps? Or a wolf? Or a bull? 2

When men drink, then they are rich and successful and win lawsuits and are happy and help their friends. Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.

When men drink, then they are rich and successful and win lawsuits and are happy and help their friends. Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.

For then, in wrath, the Olympian Pericles Thundered and lightened, and confounded Hellas Enacting laws which ran like drinking songs. 1