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The kind of courage today's world respects and praises so loudly mounts high; though what I love is as good, I love only love, even if this love afflicts my heart with burning anguish. But wait--if love's wild dart has knifed through my heart, I feel whole, unharmed, for if I'm now too frail for what the world quests for, what hurts me also protects me. So control your eager desire for honors: I don't want, I've no need of them; you need not dread fortune's indifference. Or would you have me say: may your fame and my pain keep pace, so we will be as high as those no-one envies because they died with honor. |
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Notes: From B A2:2:56; MS A. Key |