Spirit and Nature

by HFCadmin ·

Nature knows no effort – this savagery. Spirit, not knowing the effort – is the lack of roots and essence. Mann Sonnet 66 by William Shakespeare, certainly not the easiest of his work, including the British themselves. Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy Nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And guilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And Folly (Doctor-like) controlling skill, And simple Truth miscall'd Simplicity, And captive good attending Captain ill: Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that to die, I leave my love alone. It is true, then it is understood that a sonnet by Shakespeare's contemporaries and fellow countrymen, yet closely guarded secret.

But the fact that after the era of Shakespeare not in the same period the following, including the current understanding of the sonnet as it was not, or not, as they say, is a medical fact. The simplest example – a phrase a beggar born in the second row of the original. Which dictionary take, though heavy print, though compact electronic, any of them will show that we are in these English words is a question of innate panhandler. That beggar, not a beggar. After all beggars are very often not the poor people. But innate tendency to still make them beg for his rank, title, fees, grants, and so on and so forth.

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