Chhwe (chhwe) wrote,

Joku kirjoitti

Тод, хто верает ф сопственай ум
Стал ф пагонии за изтинной сух и угрюм
Претезаящий з децтва на знанию миро
Венаградам ни стафф привротился в ызюм

Ah, my Belovéd, fill the Cup that clears
To-day of past Regrets and future Fears —
To-morrow? — Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n Thousand Years.

For lett Filosafa and Dokta preetch
Of wott thay wil, and whatt they will not — eech
Iz butt wun Link in an eturnel Chane
Thatt nun kann slipp, nor brake, nor ovver-reche.
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