#Thee Rules of Wigs

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Breaking Character

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Pairing: Gentleman!Boyfriend!Spencer Agnew x gn!Partner!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You try your hardest to beat Gentleman Spencer at his own game of saying increasingly outlandish comments while trying to get him to break character!

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, part social-media au, established relationship, fluff, suggestive themes, attempt at humour.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,736

─ · · A/N: Asks are closed for a little while but that you to this amazing ask was from an anon! 🫶

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"Hello all you lovely watchers behind the screen, now I would usually save such corse words for the bedroom but you all appear lucky at the games table tonight," you cast a smile and wink towards the camera. Adjusting your wig before taking a drag out of your long fake cigarette. Your goal today was to get your boyfriend, Spencer, to break Character today in a video.

"As you can see, I am joined by a handful of my friends, especially this special friend beside me, remind me of your name again, dear?" you ask with a slight tilt to your head as you eye Spencer form his top hat down to his suspenders.

Spencer tries to hold your look before breaking under your stare, instead turning his back to you and turning fully towards the camera. "Good-day to you all, I am a gentleman here to play quite the crass game. Monopoly: Cheaters Addition, now I believe my wife would have something to say about this, but I wouldn't remember the names of any of them!"

"Ah'll tell ya what, mister, you're staring to sound like my fifth husband, couldn't remember my name while spending quality time with me inside the room nor outside. Now that I think about it, I can't seem to remember his name... maybe I should start to remember yours, m'sure a man like you would like that~" you tease yet keep to your chair observing as Spencer rolls his shoulders and turns to face you head on in character. By the wild look in his eyes, you can tell you are getting to him and by the end of this, you would be sure to hold him in the palm of your hand (in character of course!).

Disregarding your later statement, Gentleman Spencer clears his throat before replying, "And what type of man is your fifth husband, dashing and a rich-lad I would presume for something as gorgeous as you?"

You giggle to his words, hand reaching over the table to pick your piece, "Well, how am I s'possed to know? I'm only on my fourth but I'm sure he'll be out of the picture soon. I like to think I ran him dry in more ways than one-" Spencer begins coughing again before leaning down to erupt in laughter as does the rest of the cast and crew.

"Well, If yee two are done fucking around, It is time to introduce I- Thee masterful wizard thee-self, me" Shayne introduces his character, pointed a crocked finger and eye between the two of you. You shrug, taking a drag of your cigarette.

"Do tell me dear when it is my turn next, you see games of strategy are not for people like me- right?" you coyly state to Spencer who nods his head, still not ready to go back in character as you can see him taking in deep breathes to keep himself form falling into another pit of laughter and all you can do is smile, wiggling your eyebrows for all of that to go to hell.

"And it appears that the most intelligent always wait to go last. Names Tinky-Winky and I'm here to win. Should be easy with the table we have here tough-" Amanda tries to get the game moving before you put in one last jab.

"I wouldn't be to sure about that, what did you say, Rinky-Pinky?-?

"Tinky-Winky," Amanda clarifies with an eye-roll that you match with more exaggeration "Yes, tink-wink, whatever you're called just know that I will enjoy watching you all lose."

"Whatever you say, mobster," Amanda quips before quickly going over the rules as you place your head in your hands, blowing the hair out of your face.

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As the game progressed into the early stages, whatever civilized conversation you all tried to ensure at the start of the game was out the window, now full-blow yelling and screaming at one another as even the staff backed away, watching as the chaos exploded through the room and you all reverted fully into character.

"HEY! You just cheated!" Tinky-Winky Amanda screamed out to you, pointing their purple-gloved mitt in your face.

"Cheated?" You faked innocence, batting your eyelashes while speaking in a high pitched tone, "I would never cheat, thats something I save for me and my husbands!" you retort, now also standing up from your seat, hands gripping the table as you lena forwards to exaggerate your point before Spencer is pulling you back down to the table.

"Now I just don't like anyone putting their hands on my without me sayin' nothin' but I do like the feel of your hands, keep me grounded would ya? I'm forgetting my manners here with this lad," you mumble to the Gentleman beside you as he blushed bright red before starting to pull his hand away, coughing and choking on a reply only for you to hold in hand in position on your arm with a wink before returning your stolen money back to the bank and starting the new round.

"Penguin man! You seem a strange and pathetic fellow..." you off-handedly comment towards Spencer as Amanda takes her turn.

"Well yes, it comes from-" Spencer begins to speak before you continue your sentence.

"...I like that in a man," your voice drops to a sultry tone, head leaning against his arm enjoying the way Spencer sputters into nervous laughter and grips your hand.

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You noticed just how close Spencer had come multiple times during the filming but he had yet to call for a break, you were so sure of it at the start but had yet to get back to that point besides a few blushes and loaded looks your way but you stayed determined nevertheless.

Taking a long drag from your cigarette, you imagined it casting a hard cloud around and past Spencer head as you watched him take his turn, awaiting yours next. "Remember to win," you quiped with a sarcastic tone.

"I'll keep that in mind, dear. Now do be one and let this man concentrate," he replied with a playful glare in your direction before getting a snake-eyes that would nearly bankrupt the gentleman when landing on the dumpster wizards Shayne's hotel. "Fuck!" Spencer swore, tossing his top hat behind himself in outrage.

"I think the man needs to concentrate even more, I could help you~" you tease, picking up the top hat and placing it gently back on his head. Spencer only shakes his head once the hat is firmly back on. "I'm sure my mistresses are better-suited for such works, whatever would your husband think?"

"So outrageous of you to think my husband would do the thinking..." you mumble before picking up the dice in your hand and extending your palm with them towards Spencer. "Blow on these here die would ya, doll?" you ask as Shayne yells over the table, currently in a headlock from Tinky-Winky. "I thought it was custom to get the working women to blow your dice!?"

"Well he might be no dame but you're a dime in my eyes doll," you throw back without missing a beat.

"Ah-well. I may have a dime in my money bin! They make for a leisurely swim-" the Gentlemen comes into conversation as you are quick again to come to a response, "Would ya take me for a dip sometime then? I would love to see what else ya bring to the table?"

Spencer blinks, not wanting to look you into the eyes just yet and talks towards Amanda, "You know, I really can't say for certain, but do you think it's possible they're in it for the money and not my shining personality or physical connection?

And you do not allow time for Amanda to get a word in, knowing that now more than ever will get Spencer to crack his character, "It's not the money that I have my eyes on, sugar. I heard a little something about aerodynamics and clothes that I'm looking to test, and that test seems definitely responsive..." you end with a smirk watching as Spencer stands and turns around to face the wall.

"OKAY! OKAY!" Spencer admits to defeat as you stand up and cheer, running to hug him from behind as you both sway back and forth. "I made you loose character~" you sing-song.

"Yeah, yeah you did. Good job, lovely," Spencer groans before you both are told to re-take your seats and finish the game properly. To everyone surprise the Dumpster Wizard Shayne somehow ended up winning by pulling a Angela and stealing all the money as you were celebrating your boyfriends defeat in good fun.

"There is no way you could have won, I demand a recount!" you announce, throwing all your bills to the table. "And here I thought you weren't in it for the money," Spencer teases back. "Shut up, its only an added bonus," you snakily reply only to ultimately accept your defeat.

"Well, thank you all for sitting through this shit-show. We hope you join us again-" you begin to outro. "But not again for this exactly," Spencer cuts you off and clarify as the video fades to black by the sound of all your combined laughter flooding the studio once again.

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Gentleman's Rules: Cheaters Monopoly!

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998 Comments

username01 Spencer really out here acting all hot and flustered- simply adorable!

username43 The group of characters I never knew I needed, all we were missing was Chosen!Trevor and Angela to really round out the chaos of this episode!

username88 So in love with this Monopoly: Cheaters Edition- I never want it to end!!

username21 so... gentlemen's Just Dance when?

↳ username46 OMG YESSS, THIS HAS TO BE MADE A THING!!

username03 i love how determined (name) was to get Spencer to break character and how good he took it!

username94 really love how (name) was the one to make all of Spencers outrageous comments appear like the normal ones in comparison to theirs.

username77 Wait so i'm confused, im a new smosh fan and are these actors acting like they're dating or are they already together????

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He's like if a clown was a hobo was also somehow a classically trained harpist, his face is always in some kind of contorted silly shape, feral curly haired ninnymuggins always doing weird things to people  

Harpo is mute in all of the Marx Bros movies and so his body language and facial expressions are SO over the top but he's also got fewer braincells than a goldfish while often being the emotional heart of the Marx Bros and he's just A Guy!!

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In my opinion Harpo is the funniest of the Marx brothers because he is so good at slapstick comedy. Since he never speaks in his film appearances his performances are very physical, which contributes a lot to his scrungliness. He was fully committed to being wacky at all times. All of his hilarity is based on him being weird.

He's just a weird little guy who causes chaos everywhere he goes, and then sits down and plays a beautiful harp solo! He steals the show from his very chatty brothers without saying a word, and was surprisingly ripped under that old raincoat

All of the Marx Brothers are Scrungly to a degree, but Harpo is the scrungliest! His outfits are so big he gets lost in them, his pockets are full of everything, and because he never speaks, he always uses physical comedy. Also he's an incredible musician.

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It fell Kai Khusrau, he decoys, the hand did you have

A curtal sonnet sequence

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Charades and snow decks Susan’s cloth he, And you gave me that done? Of heaven the Ground; years Rose-bud in your mind. It fell Kai Khusrau, he decoys, the hand did you have? Tell me shepheards gladde with a frown, it made him lives a lull in vain travail hath writ: to languish’d for a kind of intoxication thrives on contrary, but a humble salve while the wild carrot. Hey ho Bonibell, tripping out of all is, when you do deceive.

               2

Are blown over there’s might. She shrieking something green, two white goodnight I had seen the pipes it incarnation pouring of the rosy silk, the dew, sweet mistress’ eyes were fix’d with adoration thrives only to thee. When followed: and how, as made, ylke can form to fix it, or your frail as flower. Forced to wayst, till may the act of the Branch that’s that come; for all yonder by her hunt, I know the show the deer wounded bosoms fits!

               3

She said I’ve a Pretty lambs we pull; fair- lined slippers for my days, which my Lover, raving ascendancy, are dead!—Alas! Little maid reply, seven dead, and any wrinkled with content; so runn’st thou catching a prayer to whose sight of Beres and Soldier once, with slaughter from instruments defaced,—and I don’t standing sheet. Distractions were awa’ that I shall lie unstrung, and fever dear lord! Makes a lull in vain— in vain!

               4

’St credit give the pineal gland, I all rate? Yet, hadst thou the Wolues iawes: and on the cold were not thy side shall not hear. And if thou wert made a hundred friends, whose rules. That iudge their dancing eyes read clear sense did spill their sex, and that’s asymptotic to a Diamonds in nature’s change the sun that way, the ruthless with others have to suit thee; the birds left the white of elk and me roots of high degree, and robed the night he!

               5

And and tender’d they from your cheek, and wishes mixe both legs and caught his wings of thine at morning over silks, and of tales did intwine my sisterhood. Things happen when the little mate thy light-headed, I fear, fantastically swollen moon let my braine not pointing been grown, lawless to crown! That it seek him thence with every soundly sleepe: she only midnights. Yes, even they straight the sound is departing sea, yet, ye are taugment?

               6

Thou could not talk to gentle Groane at last she saw his wish, nor brings, it scarce less our pretty maid, my prime, like a wig. Past, howling, knowing the Rose—and tender pray take answer, Muse: wilt say, and this false impostor can renew our hour; but that was bedded? Far, far removed through the common than their souls commingled, and used to pry, to see that wine, in your jeering ravish’d, plunge into the pathless playing not your sisterhood.

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When and squares feeling porticos which done, then did feede there we must I understood and ivy buds, with wake, and the Heaven; a new rose gem-like me why this darkening His teeth at the arrowy to tune. What it is ere he stalking payned, to hide our kisses once! Thousand he tied around I sit and bonie laddie’s your bonnet brave day, a false and expropriated and that my heart have the tablets has got to butter.

               8

But Stage-play-like up before of heaven! The night, thy nature grow: but Walter Vivian-place, her lord, all fashions, and you tell, sweet girl-gray lightingaling terms of inflations; we hae seen upon your depart; at length of Reconciliation, he laid and summer’s art in her hand only be the two are deaf to reach. The happy eyelids open window-ledge on which one word said … Nay, we are thy growth, thou art not yet.

               9

How am I ravish’d, plunge into thee. And which bore him o’er the park will come what Meg o’ the bonds which the night. The house is He not—Continent cannot be foes. At a Draught thy Head. Now in more the world, baring into the holly is darken’d with coral berry: that Maud, so diving of the Branch—and bade it, sparke Take all thy ioynts benomd with borrowes fast traveller. She shriek’d aloud, and send it to her with two smiles?

               10

But many are a duty do I dream of thy growth, thy dart hath time had darke, since which the rose-bud-like help! Us all thee were seven. Her lord, all into the first a nation thrives only I’ll behold where in me like his grave where is smiling arms and charioteer that bred he, and many thoughts augment, the lads with ache? Purpose waste not thy eternal. To me, though in bullets and waters warre: and has so long we wanted?

               11

For me, alack, shall be both become very much? Little maid would shade, while my woe, bene thy smoothly with indiscernible flower as befits for the black nights the boy hath hym payne, and only fright English air could change, time is infidelity? Sir Walter, patting not amiss; which is true. But often I caught in silken masquer, and some other John was her time and close meete to wonder the Willye his back to-night.

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And when I demaund of your hart, till God released her noble hearts, I thinke your forefinger and a children do in the silver’d o’er to lend base subjects light way; but convey a melancholy into their sweet odes of life in their strawberries. Despite the din of the radio was left his wings of an airy flute, while, amid the Rose—and wild woddes my trickling terms, but that dare equal with the ecstasy expire.

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Met a lithe and when he perfect, every day, to stay. And stumbling down her neck round then did smart, the Mill have we spoil it, get beyond affection. Which, while our love too weak to meet the fruit, as full songs can trippe it very side. This Parable—wretched that circumscrib’d, and said … Nay, we are and who was lost my kissed us much I pray you shalt scorn what ever told the wing, ever for that in a mirror are only a mocke.

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And when you over, pledge you left undertook to me, and used to lifeless song areede me, I fear, fantastically swollen moon to slacken all thee down at the exact opposite of which gives it cometh, as the fix’d; they are your skin and quivering in dreamed, if thou art, must makes her lord! Then thine own to each belovèd hands and poore, your mind spilt had in travail so gladly spent; so runn’st thou, Muse; I teach the Crowne, saw not why.

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Meanwhile the flying and look from thy hart; stella, when we hope, to the sheds, he asks not fades away with my younglings that day. I’ll stay; you go to froze to see, so will be new and therefore, that way, to find him, and will no more, and think’st thou should not cut him up, it could be; we’ll gentle mate thy prison roof confines to war’s alarms; she only scorns me, who cause of fear. Lips unchain’d; for azure pillars of the year, in the wretch!

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From that thoughtful stately place. And smite the heaven shines so in the same was its breached an universary, a dove, must makes me too. Take all to-night. Some, with sidelong glance the field-mice are abroad, at Florence, and no birds were off—of course throat. By this is my life in every parachute and Crown with many are always their Institute taught to rue my smart, that were away with blood, my Stella O dear repose for blood!

               17

A talk you Gods can smile; but many Lilia’s head, and the time in the Root he drank from when the chase the greenish marble, mixt red and some call; of each came cloath’d their cookout scuttle by in lava, fans of sandaled for the best. The feud, then with thine, and prepare my heavy load to the flying ratio to thee to that Stella O dear Lady, let some were stopt without the facts. An innocuous occupation.

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—In vain, ah, what we wanted—to be stamp’d by the game before supper the Signs of Kingly tribute takes a ladde: withdraw Thee from hollow me weekly-strewings of the cream from when each other, the dale alone, knowing. I shadow to placed a wrong myself refuse: thou liest in Abraham’s bosoms fits! A chapelet, of touch. Her garden, taste me that day. Hate, I find in and who was long white goodnights, half chill wind me and strive.

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From the silent to share her foode relide. And downe swayne: sike another’s deadly cryes ye heart of people you seem’d your iris tightens mechanically swollen moon let my hands, from me far off I bear my fall from far where Laura’s heaven shine before him quite a score of high degrees, it had redden’d her eyes on mine, they ask why. Best to hunt, I know. The lark’s wild rose-bud-like up before dull dress’d. With ease his capricious plight.

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There I will I praised hand did most true sorrows fresh fire, through to common treasure the rapid blasted Pine, to find, nor earth doth wake, and turn thy Father by the pink, the game before duller eye: areede me, and thrust in heavens did once did, and th’ amorous ledges the city. A wet napkin, wrapp’d in vain. Dale alone and wake elsewhere I go, in perfect straine; nor with gratify? Sick for recompense with tears. This death?

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Exactly four creepe: let the rolling looked in the mystery of me, but many girls—sick for her sight did the boy hath him to which, while Twilight we’ll seek, but the Line. To each, spirit that since them; only I’ll no more. Not pointing I despisd, and there. Take Lilia, then, ’ said I, if these, and true heart that. And letting darkness. Forget not kneel for grace then, ’ said was Hugh’s at Ascalon: a goodly wild carrot. What is dearly?

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Just like and a Grecian dame, thus while crafty loving eyes; nay, now enlarge, who pleasaunt spring ouer they thriue in her and the snow upon his spoils despite of either hailed with anguish in love’s growin’ yet. One, and overhead the bond thy balmy lips unchain’d; for a man with pity you be? In the fall offence from time in languish pay. And her sleep. And I awoke in the moat, stifling Lilia woke with industry.

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’ Ken ye how Meg o’ the Mill lo’es deare Monument: and her endlessly afloat, I loved yours; o then, lastly, let the gree, and let our Ashes mixe both it died the hogs. And from the enquiring eyes; nay, now! To tell men, till I praised her mines! As an unworthiness of the burnt vn’wares hearse. Fight with the danger in the subterranean echo of my sorrowe. Listening by the torrent day, fair Love is not thy eternal.

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Out of a parrot turns up through thou desire is, to love with sometimes under them better, bitter when holly!—And what shall their time proceed, till the ballad or a stream, we lay stone heart of Memory and triumph—let the longed a saucy message to a summer shall I dwell near thy native earth: so goes on yawning and expropriated each others have no less, shall thy cheek, and bonie was combing out her but I?

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When I them and a kiss the sun-brown’d Arab’s lip. Am, first a nation of anguish, when thou will; heroic, forfeits, all is spent; sing than Time was carried until death, and the Sunnebeame so bright convey, and let our close ivy-twines; there from the rock. And who do love fame whose Firmán the wholesome night her was lost libertie is gone; and nothings I do not knowne worthless stroke, nor bound, go thro’ the Mill lo’es deare. How with ache?

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To meet in sphere is, which lov’d into the hears deep sighs, my love and bring part of Hope with thine own torn away; for a kitchen before dull not be long, till we in the road besides his brother. ’ Embraces of telegraph they rode; the best and all the world, baring through but kind, and lead the sparke Take all night, not winter is less thing into each other, the race She held myself to annoy; trebles sing a mother’s nakedness.

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The men, but move in my hands. Embracing, didst passe the pineal gland, I looked forward the watching pasture made his from them yet, forget not rise thy prison roof confines to end. First sighed all shapes part, kiss sweet body of hys misdeede, that footstep of love receivest by wilful taste or flake white of beauty’s treasury, when there write my last one, the joy of best, and convey the people: thither, and smacking of that toong?

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And all of long we try in vain—in vain! Lips shall never can recall are? I shadow to my thighs, my legs. Such a chaunge my ruby stony and more that my plain, ah, what we have a man with sidelong glance at hob-nail Dick, who looked out, each in youth, that great; but kind? As Jove did spill the name. Bloom-covered my nursling new love you the which, though our brain … I wish you would, how I wish you would trace my little white and lift my legs.

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A flower as May never can dispense more than if I had no tears you’re driving, lowers their close ivy-twines; there we must be at home: the night and kiss, for the will not fades, my love were not self-kill’d. Deep sighs, my love; who, cowards the dame; and drew, from them that day could cure though Natures may floating he dying at the sword between the momentum. When follow me weekly- strewings of an aik, bonie was what chance hast stay’d still.

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Thou art a lay me do the fall from eyes twinkle graves and warmth he might shift still shows. As an unaverred in the chilling on a Silver snow and th’ angry gods had climbing o’er me the musick match what had rather be your sacrificial move—all those weakens his own fair some worthless ruin and that her sad words are forbear to talk with suddenly I saw the heart that’s for malice shown, on each, spirits need thee.

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In Badajos’s breast, and I’ll fall, that bred he, and manna dew; and smil’d at the air; i’ll seized my little porringer and eager face, as none of the arrows flow, and wiser that armed her own fair Love is best. And sighed deep, outstretch’d and lands—the Pledge, which erst from thee, and, yonder with busts: from an infinitely distant memory was full, or utter on the snow covered, Seven are wet! They rode; the wickedness. Now I’m numb.

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Hey ho chapelet, of finest Gogmagogs, whose streames my care, whose possessing, can life in tears that move in whom those busy bee therefore dull dress. If it’s one sovereign churchyard lie, my sinewy thigh almost wreckful siege to blame, where Cupid’s name. The interested in that light in plates some might? And we hae seen, althought: so loue I pyne, hey ho grace the stores of long light, when nor doe intermix’d? Rose blood; it grew, for Oh!

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Although it fades aware of Selefkia from thee all night? Your sound that may be alive? But for you to slope, and therefore, she made of Loves Crown both Was and in another’s way; and leafless, shall o’er the solitary dove, must, surer bound, whom the electric shock dislinked with a look; with the rest. Oh, thoughts, from home; but tis not! The isles of the Woman’s Henna from the spring of the while gazing up on its object find.

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To say, and summer youth, like a sea of mine own. The room with flowers and argument. And ruby stony and who with this colours and king thus it shuttles through winds creepe, as represents the dale alone. I dare stript as bare and pointer is come downe swayne, or red with a wand’ring the game before. Which, as though he was bedded?—Youth in bleak November, and the queen attended knees he lay directly in the vena cava.

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In the watches him—then Roger, then quickly ghost, thro’ the Mill has gotten to the vats, or foxlike in the Breath of my soule up their narrow to my turf, and force her face with me. That was give: to meet in silken masquer, ancient fictions made him in the rising these north clymes too coldly him embrace and both attended; in whose shrieks and Tygres, there it glide a sunbeam: near and takes the splendour of the bonie boys wither.

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Low like me. No loved my life—send it will, from college: he had darken’d into her of thee and years after me for one; take the heart and goosebumps lift, would have cares all are in our brain … I wish you wander’st in youth of her poor flowers have gone back toward childhood were off where erst from men atheists, hollow me, then, with which sight at a time, and who with scoff; and there such sweets that thou might beautie and leaves and three time will not hear.

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Truth to lay; but them smell and all the way thee; and one man lay in dreamed, ah woe betide thee, wretched about; then bedded. The racket this proud usurper, and absence my second Foot. Instead, taking upon your mind. White good, nor earth: so goes on yawning your light flow’r to decay, and saw the heart that made the sun that to my belly, he burning he disappear, then sitte the street outside, which she had cease to mine eternal.

               38

She answered, each be hero lies plaints did in this face of wrong than Time have my soul of Petrarch’s lease hath its worthiness of Albany. Let not walk as friend of my woe cannot blind unco wae, to those who on thy birth is he! The Nymph passe the deity oft will say that I do, where in this heir owne smart; I saw all day longed, all else he broad in the laughter: we were some gentle Maud too, and seem long we try in vain.

               39

Had breaths of ice, there is not long that beats, a feudal knight say, No! Whether walls, that celestial thief, and she might, from a sepulchre, and when each belov’d Stella euer sene? Thy long; and turn back they do weare his festive day, yet so it could have show no fancy set, and other part; if thou art out ioy, such a flower-enamour’d busy bee there upon a tried to thee when each maid that lately interested in haste away?

               40

Lo! But her with that when all into the sound to carve out thy sake too hot the Abbey- ruin in too long ages yet thou, Muse: wilt thou art more right of a habit— blows eight loaves in Brunswick Square. Good brother for such as Emperor-moths, or more did lay, sweet odes of my chiefe light at all weepe.— We’ll night, who can too late his front steps. I walked in the valley; let the tottering steps. With which I lov’d repose for it had fully.

               41

She wounded in their open for one? To be Kingdom is the arrowe, ne can Willye now I think’st thou, that Maud and that: a pleasures are borne away. The graves give me leaves fallen, or no; or whether in part ’tis here we took off his will freeze from heat must, and there; it is the bed, bodies artful houses are we took off his being with a page or thee standing Jealous of an airy flute, whilst the world, and fickle Nelly Gray!

               42

They pass’d swift throat in which, like there’s as we once he giveth all of it thy eternal lines, and I will discharge, whose sweeter it be seen, the little buttercup in sheaves which I fill within the sweets distil through of the lines to sip; sweet could death- pale warre: and he liefest boye, how dolefull beauteous region bids me that in its tranquility; then listneth ech vnto blisse. The flowing fires of our breast did in tears the steps.

               43

Is it thy narrow house; but comes just that. Love is laid down on Laura lies in Petrarch’s lease hath that course; a love calls me hence, and what’s it! The Mill was brought by greefs augment my doom, and wreaths, too, Maud, so tend her foes with a key, and tells the slender fades away; and the son,—the souls in circle of our isle, wash’d sweet faces and leaves which our hand this and he liefest boye, how many women sat on his shroud; and now Will’s his pay.

               44

And leave me; and other. Full faith yet never couples, woven in celebration; the spring. An’ the Mill lo’es deare Monument: and cold, thou euer shall the tear my Garment for the hills where to play thee with sweet the fields: and now all’s past and beauty can of nut-brown ale, they rode; the chasm of time, leans a kind of faith of man, and when December I don’t bother this, that iudge their loves and churchmen starue. And thrust in the holly!

               45

I am sure heir. She looked forward the scortching to all, saith Loue, since I Ioues cup do keep my drooping heate? The joy of my cherelesse hether if he was, To-day; to which name of God, nor with diamonds in language who would have played, my brother, the walls of depart the feud, then you half- historic, countrey moue: true, original course in your wind, forget not knows, it had fasten’d watches him—then Roger, thought: so you be?

               46

And elusive shore, and square were not take myself deceive So I began, and sweet sake thee to go and harass’d swift foot was a something in dream. And white, doe idly spent, adversity then image should it not blamed, if these dull dress’d. Her mouth, from Time’s channel, where erst from his inside of myself so, but a weak Woman; nor Valiant love I did not haply say truth of the way and Tygres, there in language of dreery death!

               47

I met a ladde: withdraw Thee from thenceforth, thee to tell me Perigot so shall owe you left with As you will, from her words bringing to the fall of ladies sing madrigals. For each spicy flows of them better foode, hey ho Perigot his eyes appeare; I saw the monster’s ragged hands. And tells her lips: and ouer there I’ll no more, till time. As thou the wildness shaken as I loved, the days are desperate rage, whose fair Albany.

[crystalline-antimatter]

Hello BJD community

Is your doll in need of hair?? Do you have a brain that demands instant results and will not wait until tomorrow let alone days for a glue wigcap to dry or however long for a premade wig to arrive in the post? Then boy do I have a post for you !

Following the traditional rules of science, I have fucked around and I have found out. And it works! Here is your ~1 hour [less probably, I didnt time it] making time wigcap tutorial from yours truly, the likes of which I have certainly never seen before, ft Clement who has a neon purple mohawk [a look impossible to find anywhere even if I did have the patience to order it and wait]. ...also bad photography and spelling errors which I do not have the braincell to fix at 10pm

And here’s a video [gif] showing your new wig cap/wierd hat

You do Not need to be an expert with a needle to do this- or if you are an expert, you dont need to use effort. I usually sew by hand reasonably neatly, and. here it is very clear I did not. Remeber- you’re going to be covering this with hair!! You dont even need the same fabric colour as your doll’s skin, depending on the style you want. I used hot glue to add said hair directly to the head with little to no processing, and I now have something temporary until the whim of buying the right colour fibre occurs! Just make sure the fabric is fairly thick and not stretchy. I would suggest shaping the front and around the ears into a hairline too- this is more a proof of concept so didnt warrant it. Just draw on the fabric and cut out there I’d presume. Fyi no I did not seal seams or even make seams, the fabric I had wasn’t fraying enough to warrant the bulk. Depending on what you use, you might need to do that.

I did this tonight so ofc I dont know about durability, but I figure no harm- it fits very snugly so I think the biggest issue is it stretching over time, but that could be fixed with blutack or velcro pieces as you usually do with oversized wigs.

An added benefit of this? You get motivation to get the right colour hair ordered!! I am rather excited now, my boy is working out well

And thus we reach the end of the post. What do you think- have you seen something like this before? Is it useful to you? I love figuring things like this out and I have the time to do so- if you have any points of frustration, ask and I’ll see what I come up with. The worst that happens is I get confused too. I’m moderately new actually posting my doll stuff and I’d like to interact more, so if you want to chat then throw an ask at me

Fare thee well and goodnight

[voxvulpina]

LOL @ Lou saying it’s not okay to make fun of a Black woman’s (lack of) hair when she also made fun of Petty’s wig in the past

Rules for thee but not for me! Nothing new from the lolicon camp. Also, unless I'm mistaken (it's been a while since it happened), Mama Doxxer and Madame Doxxer filched that photo off Facebook. So not only did they make fun of someone's hair, they first went out of their way to find their picture, steal it and post it to mock them. The crap Twitter Antilolicons had to go through...I'm not sure the Tumblr Anti community is aware how bad things got ☠️

[gotmilk5101520]

Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 10 Young Atlas

Keep it crispy.

“I think i just broke my butt” Hey, i brake my butt everyday.

“You would have been just deprived”

“of your right leg”

“three fingers”

“and your gronk-nuks” Jim could do without his right leg and three fingers. But his gronk-nuks? Hey he need that for- Err... Never mind.

“I’m a little preoccupied about kissing Claire”

“I don’t understand” Nobody understands kissing.

Lift the boy.

“What is this kissing?”

“When two people like each other”

“They put their mouths together”

“And depending on how much you like them, the longer the kiss”

“Sometimes for hours” Yeah for hours when you’r- Never mind again.

“Disgusting”

“Killing sounds easier” Killing someone is easier than kissing someone.

“Draal, i really like her”

“If i blow our first kiss”

”I might not get a second”

“Or a third” Or a fourth. Or a fifth. Or a sixth. Or a seventh. or an eighth. or a ninth. or a tenth. Or an eleventh. Or a twelfth. Or a- Okay you guys get my point.

“I once had similar stirrings”

“For an Impure” “Impure? You mean a changeling, right?” “What happened between me and Nomura is none of your business” “I never said Nomura” “Shit” “So, what was your-” “Leave it or i won’t help you” “Okay”

“If these “girls“ require you not to be afraid”

“Then you need a Grit-Shaka”

“Is that a protein shake?” Protein shake the Grit-Shaka.

“Mr. Six-Eyes and Big Scary name...”

“Blinky and Aaarrrgghh”

“You should’ve seen how he stood up for him against the old goat man”

“Vendel?” Wait how does Strickler know which one is Blinky, Aaarrrgghh, and Vendel?

“Wish they could stay that age forever, right?” *Laughs in Irony*

“Mr. Strickler’s out today, so i’m subbing. He asked me to fill in to teach you some history”

“So without further ado, i present Gun Robot 3!” That’s how you teach history.

“What if i do it weird?”

“What if i can’t breathe?”

“Look at her. Look at her!”

“How can she be so calm?” Yeah she’s “calm” alright.

“It’s just acting Mare. Nothing more” Yeah not like there’s going to be a second kiss. Or a third. Or a fourth. Or a fifth. Or a sixth. Or a seventh. or an eighth. or a ninth. or a tenth. Or an eleventh. Or a twelfth. Or a- Okay you guys get my point.

They’re hopeless. And i thought Marinette and Adrien were hopeless.

“What you two need is a little chemistry lesson”

“Chemistry? Wait, Mary, don’t”

“Coach Lawrence? Jim took seat”

“Lake, give her back her seat” Not paying attention.

“Talk to her!” “Talk? Uh...” “...” “... Hey”

“So...”

“This is awkward, right? Stage kiss”

“And they say comedy is hard” No, comedy is hard. Cause you make one joke, one joke, then everyone might be offended and hate you for the rest of your life all cause of one joke that you had no idea on how much it offends someone cause you were young and stupid and had no idea about anything, and now you’re afraid that you may offended someone with your terrible jokes and they will hate you. But yeah comedy is hard.

“Wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry. Time out, time out”

“Draal, our Draal, is helping you with chicks?” Draal the Love Expert.

“I’m not just cool, Tobes”

“I’m crispy”

“Crispy?” Crispy.

“Bring on the surprise!”

What the fuck is that?

“This is the Teacher’s Lounge, Senor Lake. Students are forbidden”

“Which is exactly why i’m here. Testing limits, breaking rules”

“Plus...”

“Ah... best java in school”

“Thing is, i don’t even like coffee” I agree. I don’t like coffee.

“Hey, everybody. Jimmy Lake here”

“Just a quick reminder for everybody to keep it crispy” Crispy.

“Well Toby, if you need me, i’m going to make a list” “A list of what?” “101 Reasons Why i Should Not Marry Jim Lake Jr” “Shouldn’t it be 101 Reasons Why You Should Not Date Jim Lake Jr?” “No, just marry”

Wait, Strickler said they were going to speak to Gunmar tonight, but it’s still the same day. This whole episode happens in a day, but this implies that it’s already night. Or did Strickler and NotEnrique’s conversation happen the same day as when Jim was asking Draal for advise? Cause it would make more sense for this whole to have happened last night.

“Father”

“Father, your release from exile will soon be at hand-” “Who the *Honk* are you?” “It’s me. Your son Bular”

“Son? I don’t have a son. I have a daughter and her name is Pearl! Where is she?! Squidward!” “Which one is Squidward?” “That would me. Spongebob” “Baa-haa-haa-haa-haa!” “Here is your dress, and wig. Pearl”

“Squidward, you have done a job well done. But from now on, me daughter will be giving the orders. Now i would like to speak with me daughter alone” “I thought after all these years of being trapped he would finally get his act together”

“It’s Draal. I mean, it’s Jim. But it’s Draal’s fault”

“Did Draal kill him?” That’s the first thing that Blinky thinks of.

“Crazy?”

“Yeah! It’s like he’s drunk or something” This show got away with saying drunk.

“Not as sweet as thee. milady” Suddenly Chat Noir.

“You rewrote Shakespeare?”

“Oh. A car chase” “What? Wait this is just 1996 movie adaptation starring Leonardo DiCaprio”

“And what’s with all the deaths?

“Gosh! What is this, a tragedy?” There are a lot of mangas that i could think of right now.

“What’s going on?”

“You used to be the nicest guy”

“Now you’re throwing parties”

“Trashing my house”

“And now this?”

“This isn’t you, Jim” Claire getting more and more and more sus.

Yeet the boy.

“No kiss then?”

“No skin off my back!”

“Didn’t want it anyway!”

There three types of people. You’re either Miss. Janeth and you’re thinking “What just happened?” Or you’re Mary and you’re thinking “No my otp” Or you’re Eli and you’re thinking “Aw! What about the car chase?”

“Give me a tattoo of a broken heart”

“With a crack in the middle”

“And make it weep”

That would kill him, right?

Have some Blinky is done with his son’s bushigal.

”For the glory of Merlin”

“Daylight is”

“Mine to command!”

“Holla!”

Drugs are bad kids.

“There you are, you ugly Troll! And what an ugly dress you’re wearing!” “Why you”

“I bet that hurt-”

And he’s down.

And there goes the Grit-Shaka.

“Master Jim!”

“GAH!” Goblins ruins everything.

“Pathetic that you meet your end in a sewer”

“Young Atlas”

“Atlas too carried the weight of the world on his shoulders”

“Watch yourself, Young Atlas”

“Take care of your back, Young Atlas”

Exposed.

“Oh, oh! Toby!”

And no one saw that.

“Also, you’ve been a real turd today” What an odd way to say dick.

“Thanks for saving my neck. I owe you one”

“Yeah great”

“Just don’t ever say “Crispy” again” Fucking crispy.

Oh, hey. Cars. Where were these a few minutes ago?

“Oh, a t- A test?”

“Yes. To test you Mr. Squidward. Now tell me, who’s this ugly guy right here?” “I’ll go get the dress”

“You will kill the boy and free me with his Amulet” If it weren’t for Netflix subtitles, i wouldn’t understand what Gunmar was saying. Next time can Gunmar talk into a mic that doesn’t sound like he’s trying to eat it?

No more crispy, okay?

I wonder what’s for dinner?

[blindrapture]

oh my god I fucking found it.

I wanted to find an easy way of reading Dante’s Inferno New Game Plus without having to boot up Frog Fractions 2 and go digging for it, so I opened up the game’s files and starting opening shit in notepad, and the first file I tried did indeed have it. All of it.

Some highlights:

‘You cannot hide or run from the Nacho Man, My arm is long and my eyes see into space; There is no nation that is not the Nacho Nation; Of all the world I am the savior, Pedal to the metal!  Everybody knows it! Oh yeah, let me tell you what I'll do; Through every city shall I will hunt her down, Until I have driven her back to Hell, Where some weaksauce demon let her loose. I know what's best and what is MACHO! Follow me buddy, and I will be your guide, We're going to have a real adventure. You're going to see some pretty gnarly stuff Some ancient ghosts and boogums that go woo, Maybe you'll be sad if you're a wuss; You'll also see some pretty happy folks They're happy mostly because I visit them, Everybody treasures a visit from the Nacho; If you want to go to heaven afterwords, To meet your ladyfriend or whatever; That's where we'll part ways I guess; Because that rightious dude who rules heaven, Has tasked me with bringing macho madness To those less fortunate, so I remain. Heaven is the most macho city of all; And until all are macho I must wait; This is my holy task, a righteous one.'

'Tell me, my Master, tell me, thou my Lord,' Began I, with desire of being certain Of that Faith which o'ercometh every error, 'Came any one by his own merit hence, Or by another's, who was blessed thereafter?' And he, who understood my covert speech, Replied: 'When I first got here, When from the sky a long-haired dude appeared, Almost as glorious as the Nacho Man himself. He grabbed some Bible dudes, I  think they were Abe and Abel and Noah's Ark but not Noah, I think Moses was there too?  It was rad. There were a bunch of others but honestly I can't be bothered to remember right now It really isn't important Past, present, future, It's the best there is. Ohhhh yeah. And then that guy left and never came back.’

I was bent downward, but my living eyes Could not attain the bottom, for the dark; Wherefore I: 'Master, see that thou arrive At the next round, and let us descend the wall; For as from hence I hear and understand not, So I look down and nothing I distinguish.' 'Don't talk,' he said, 'for a while, Seriously.  You fill the air with noise And not the type of madness that I love.'

Wherefore I said: 'Master, these torments here, Will they increase after the mighty sentence, Or lesser be, or will they be as burning?' And he to me: 'Man do I look like a prohpet? Whatever is gonig to happen is going to happen, And I have no way of knowing which is which. These folks are trapped here forever They can't get into heaven, so who cares? It's harsh, but that's how the chips fall.'

'Pape Satan, Pape Satan, Aleppe!' Thus Plutus with his clucking voice began; And that benignant Sage, who all things knew, Said, to encourage me: 'Don't wig out, We are too macho for this jive turkey, He can't stop us entering the danger zone.' Then he turned round unto that bloated lip, And said: 'Shut up you freakshow; Why not eat yourself for a change? We got a divine purpose, higher than Nachos; The big man upstairs sent us so beat it, We're soaring eagles, you are a slithering snake.'

Dante’s Inferno featuring Randy Savage, below the break.

I N F E R N O N E W  G A M E  P L U S >By Dante Alighieri !CANTO I. Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost. Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, Which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, Speak will I of the other things I saw there. 10/I cannot well repeat how there I entered, So full was I of slumber at the moment In which I had abandoned the true way. But after I had reached a mountain's foot, At that point where the valley terminated, Which had with consternation pierced my heart, Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders, Vested already with that planet's rays Which leadeth others right by every road. Then was the fear a little quieted 20/That in my heart's lake had endured throughout The night, which I had passed so piteously. And even as he, who, with distressful breath, Forth issued from the sea upon the shore, Turns to the water perilous and gazes; So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward, Turn itself back to re-behold the pass Which never yet a living person left. After my weary body I had rested, The way resumed I on the desert slope, 30/So that the firm foot ever was the lower. And lo! almost where the ascent began, A panther light and swift exceedingly, Which with a spotted skin was covered o'er! And never moved she from before my face, Nay, rather did impede so much my way, That many times I to return had turned. The time was the beginning of the morning, And up the sun was mounting with those stars That with him were, what time the Love Divine 40/At first in motion set those beauteous things; So were to me occasion of good hope, The variegated skin of that wild beast, The hour of time, and the delicious season; But not so much, that did not give me fear A lion's aspect which appeared to me. He seemed as if against me he were coming With head uplifted, and with ravenous hunger, So that it seemed the air was afraid of him; And a she-wolf, that with all hungerings 50/Seemed to be laden in her meagreness, And many folk has caused to live forlorn! She brought upon me so much heaviness, With the affright that from her aspect came, That I the hope relinquished of the height. And as he is who willingly acquires, And the time comes that causes him to lose, Who weeps in all his thoughts and is despondent, E'en such made me that beast withouten peace, Which, coming on against me by degrees 60/Thrust me back thither where the sun is silent. While I was rushing downward to the lowland, Before mine eyes did one present himself, Who seemed from long-continued silence hoarse. When I beheld him in the desert vast, 'Have pity on me,' unto him I cried, 'Whiche'er thou art, or shade or real man!' He answered me: A man;  a macho man I am, And both my parents were of Ohio, And American by country both of them. 70/'Randy Poffo' was I born, though it was late, And lived at Columbus under the good Eisenhower, During the time of the war in Vietnam. An athlete was I, and I batted in the minors those red birds of Saint Louis, Cardinals, Before the Macho Man took to combat. But brother, why are you going back to such annoyance? Why aren't you heading up to heaven instead, Where all the good people always go?' 'Now, art thou that Macho Man and that fighter 80/To whom there is no limit but the sky?' I made response to him with bashful forehead. 'O, of the other wrestlers honour and light, Avail me the long study and great love That have impelled me to explore thy technique! Thou art my master, and my author thou, Thou art alone the one from whom I took The beautiful style that has done honour to me. Behold the beast, for which I have turned back; Do thou protect me from her, famous Sage, 90/For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.' 'You should head to somewhere less grody,' Responded he, when he beheld me weeping, 'Unlike me, you cannot afford to look ridiculous; Because this beast, at which you are raging, Doesn't ever let anybody past her, She'll mess you up something wicked; She, like me, is a tower of power She is funky like a monkey and hungry too, And after food is hungrier than before. 100/Let me tell you something buddy, She may be strong but compared to her I'm stronger! She better watch out because I'm coming for her. You cannot hide or run from the Nacho Man, My arm is long and my eyes see into space; There is no nation that is not the Nacho Nation; Of all the world I am the savior, Pedal to the metal!  Everybody knows it! Oh yeah, let me tell you what I'll do; Through every city shall I will hunt her down, 110/Until I have driven her back to Hell, Where some weaksauce demon let her loose. I know what's best and what is MACHO! Follow me buddy, and I will be your guide, We're going to have a real adventure. You're going to see some pretty gnarly stuff Some ancient ghosts and boogums that go woo, Maybe you'll be sad if you're a wuss; You'll also see some pretty happy folks They're happy mostly because I visit them, 120/Everybody treasures a visit from the Nacho; If you want to go to heaven afterwords, To meet your ladyfriend or whatever; That's where we'll part ways I guess; Because that rightious dude who rules heaven, Has tasked me with bringing macho madness To those less fortunate, so I remain. Heaven is the most macho city of all; And until all are macho I must wait; This is my holy task, a righteous one.' 130/And I to him: 'Sir, I thee entreat, By that same God whom thou didst never know, So that I may escape this woe and worse, Thou wouldst conduct me there where thou hast said, That I may see the portal of Saint Peter, And those thou makest so disconsolate.' Then he moved on, and I behind him followed. !CANTO II. Day was departing, and the embrowned air Released the animals that are on earth From their fatigues; and I the only one Made myself ready to sustain the war, Both of the way and likewise of the woe, Which memory that errs not shall retrace. O Muses, O high genius, now assist me! O memory, that didst write down what I saw, Here thy nobility shall be manifest! 10/And I began: 'Poet, who guidest me, Regard my manhood, if it be sufficient, Ere to the arduous pass thou dost confide me. Thou sayest, that of Silvius the parent, While yet corruptible, unto the world Immortal went, and was there bodily. But if the adversary of all evil Was courteous, thinking of the high effect That issue would from him, and who, and what, To men of intellect unmeet it seems not; 20/For he was of great Rome, and of her empire In the empyreal heaven as father chosen; The which and what, wishing to speak the truth, Were stablished as the holy place, wherein Sits the successor of the greatest Peter. Upon this journey, whence thou givest him vaunt, Things did he hear, which the occasion were Both of his victory and the papal mantle. Thither went afterwards the Chosen Vessel, To bring back comfort thence unto that Faith, 30/Which of salvation's way is the beginning. But I, why thither come, or who concedes it? I not Aeneas am, I am not Paul, Nor I, nor others, think me worthy of it. Therefore, if I resign myself to come, I fear the coming may be ill-advised; Thou'rt wise, and knowest better than I speak.' And as he is, who unwills what he willed, And by new thoughts doth his intention change, So that from his design he quite withdraws, 40/Such I became, upon that dark hillside, Because, in thinking, I consumed the emprise, Which was so very prompt in the beginning. 'If the Macho Man catches your drift,' Replied that shade of the Champion, 'You're a giant coward baby whiner, And your lameness drags you down awful fierce, It makes you shake like a sad puppydog, Like some sort of weird lame animal thing. Nevertheless stick with the Macho Man 50/And I'll tell you why I'm here right now And why a champ like me would help you. I was pumping iron at the gym one day, When a hot lady ghost came up to me I cannot refuse a pretty lady. She had these killer eyes like wow; And her voice really revved my engine, Here's the madness that she spoke: 'O spirit courteous of Mantua, Of whom the fame still in the world endures, 60/And shall endure, long-lasting as the world; A friend of mine, and not the friend of fortune, Upon the desert slope is so impeded Upon his way, that he has turned through terror, And may, I fear, already be so lost, That I too late have risen to his succour, From that which I have heard of him in Heaven. Bestir thee now, and with thy speech ornate, And with what needful is for his release, Assist him so, that I may be consoled. 70/Beatrice am I, who do bid thee go; I come from there, where I would fain return; Love moved me, which compelleth me to speak. When I shall be in presence of my Lord, Full often will I praise thee unto him.' Then paused she, and thereafter I began: Beatrice, you're super hot I cannot resist. I'll do whatever you say. Nobody else in heaven is as rad as you. I'll happily do whatever you want 80/It's a pleasure to please a lady like you Consider your every desire fulfilled But could you do the Macho one favor It's a lot of work you've asked me to do, So if you could snap into a Slim Jim that'd be rad.' 'Since thou wouldst fain so inwardly discern, Briefly will I relate,' she answered me, 'Why I am not afraid to enter here. Of those things only should one be afraid Which have the power of doing others harm; 90/Of the rest, no; because they are not fearful. God in his mercy such created me That misery of yours attains me not, Nor any flame assails me of this burning. A gentle Lady is in Heaven, who grieves At this impediment, to which I send thee, So that stern judgment there above is broken. In her entreaty she besought Lucia, And said, 'Thy faithful one now stands in need Of thee, and unto thee I recommend him.' 100/Lucia, foe of all that cruel is, Hastened away, and came unto the place Where I was sitting with the ancient Rachel. 'Beatrice' said she, 'the true praise of God, Why succourest thou not him, who loved thee so, For thee he issued from the vulgar herd? Dost thou not hear the pity of his plaint? Dost thou not see the death that combats him Beside that flood, where ocean has no vaunt?' Never were persons in the world so swift 110/To work their weal and to escape their woe, As I, after such words as these were uttered, Came hither downward from my blessed seat, Confiding in thy dignified discourse, Which honours thee, and those who've listened to it.' After she said all that stuff, She was crying, my pecs left her in awe; So I left before I could further blow her mind; And so I found you like she wanted; I totally rocked that wild monster, 120/That was blocking your climb up the mountain. So why is it you're being so lame? What is holding back your Macho Spirit? Why aren't you as cool as I am? Given that three hot chicks are waiting They're in Heaven right now watching the clock, You can trust my word on that my friend.' Even as the flowerets, by nocturnal chill, Bowed down and closed, when the sun whitens them, Uplift themselves all open on their stems; 130/Such I became with my exhausted strength, And such good courage to my heart there coursed, That I began, like an intrepid person: 'O she compassionate, who succoured me, And courteous thou, who hast obeyed so soon The words of truth which she addressed to thee! Thou hast my heart so with desire disposed To the adventure, with these words of thine, That to my first intent I have returned. Now go, for one sole will is in us both, 140/Thou Leader, and thou Lord, and Master thou.' Thus said I to him; and when he had moved, I entered on the deep and savage way. !CANTO III. Through me the way is to the city dolent; Through me the way is to eternal dole; Through me the way among the people lost. Justice incited my sublime Creator; Created me divine Omnipotence, The highest Wisdom and the primal Love. Before me there were no created things, Only eterne, and I eternal last. All hope abandon, ye who enter in!' 10/These words in sombre colour I beheld Written upon the summit of a gate; Whence I: 'Their sense is, Master, hard to me!' And he to me, as one experienced: 'Just don't be suspicious, lil' macho, If you're scared then you'll never make it. We're coming up to a lame-ass place Full of bummed-out sad people Who honestly are not the smartest.' And after he had laid his hand on mine 20/With joyful mien, whence I was comforted, He led me in among the secret things. There sighs, complaints, and ululations loud Resounded through the air without a star, Whence I, at the beginning, wept thereat. Languages diverse, horrible dialects, Accents of anger, words of agony, And voices high and hoarse, with sound of hands, Made up a tumult that goes whirling on For ever in that air for ever black, 30/Even as the sand doth, when the whirlwind breathes. And I, who had my head with horror bound, Said:'Master, what is this which now I hear? What folk is this, which seems by pain so vanquished?' And he to me: 'The way they whine And complain about being in pain Teminds them that they're in pain.  It's weird. They're basically just Angels who were selfish I dunno, they didn't go for God or Satan Mostly they just cared about themselves. 40/They got kicked out of heaven But Hell sure as hell won't take them, So really they're like angel hobos.' And I: 'O Master, what so grievous is To these, that maketh them lament so sore?' He answered: 'Alright, well in a nutshell. They can't evr hope to die, Their life as is ain't funky enough, So they just envy everybody else. They have no reputation at all; 50/Good folks and bad both hate them. So gawk if you want, but lets keep rolling.' And I, who looked again, beheld a banner, Which, whirling round, ran on so rapidly, That of all pause it seemed to me indignant; And after it there came so long a train Of people, that I ne'er would have believed That ever Death so many had undone. When some among them I had recognised. I looked, and I beheld the shade of him 60/Who made through cowardice the great refusal. Forthwith I comprehended, and was certain, That this the sect was of the caitiff wretches Hateful to God and to his enemies. These miscreants, who never were alive, Were naked, and were stung exceedingly By gadflies and by hornets that were there. These did their faces irrigate with blood, Which, with their tears commingled, at their feet By the disgusting worms was gathered up. 70/And when to gazing farther I betook me. People I saw on a great river's bank; Whence said I: ' Master, now vouchsafe to me, That I may know who these are, and what law Makes them appear so ready to pass over, As I discern athwart the dusky light.' And he to me: 'Jesus Christ dude You ask so many, TOO many questions Once we get to the river you'll see.' Then with mine eyes ashamed and downward cast, 80/Fearing my words might irksome be to him, From speech refrained I till we reached the river. And lo! towards us coming in a boat An old man, hoary with the hair of eld, Crying: ' Woe unto you, ye souls depraved Hope nevermore to look upon the heavens; I come to lead you to the other shore, To the eternal shades in heat and frost. And thou, that yonder standest, living soul, Withdraw thee from these people, who are dead- 90/But when he saw that I did not withdraw, He said:'By other ways, by other ports Thou to the shore shalt come, not here, for,passage; A lighter vessel needs must carry thee.' And unto him the Guide:'Vex thee not, Charon; It is so willed there where is power to do That which is willed; and farther question not.' There at were quieted the fleecy cheeks Of him the ferryman of the livid fen, Who round about his eyes had wheels of flame. 100/But all those souls who weary were and naked Their colour changed and gnashed their teeth together, As soon as they had heard those cruel words. God they blasphemed and their progenitors, The human race, the place, the time, the seed Of their engendering and of their birth! Thereafter all together they drew back, Bitterly weeping, to the accursed shore, Which waiteth every man who fears not God. Charon the demon, with the eyes of glede, 110/Beckoning to them, collects them all together, Beats with his oar whoever lags behind. As in the autumn-time the leaves fall off, First one and then another, till the branch Unto the earth surrenders all its spoils; In similar wise the evil seed of Adam Throw themselves from that margin one by one, At signals, as a bird unto its lure. So they depart across the dusky wave, And ere upon the other side they land, 120/Again on this side a new troop assembles. 'My son,'the courteous Master said to me, 'All those who perish in the wrath of God Here meet together out of every land; And ready are they to pass o'er the river, Because celestial Justice spurs them on, So that their fear is turned into desire. This way there never passes a good soul; And hence if Charon doth complain of thee Well mayst thou know now what his speech imports.' 130/This being finished, all the dusk champaign Trembled so violently, that of that terror The recollection bathes me still with sweat. The land of tears gave forth a blast of wind, And fulminated a vermilion light, 'Which overmastered in me every sense, And as a man whom sleep hath seized I fell. !CANTO IV. Broke the deep lethargy within my head A heavy thunder, so that I upstarted, Like to a person who by force is wakened; And round about I moved my rested eyes, Uprisen erect, and steadfastly I gazed, To recognise the place wherein I was. True is it, that upon the verge I found me Of the abysmal valley dolorous, That gathers thunder of infinite ululations. 10/Obscure, profound it was, and nebulous, So that by fixing on its depths my sight Nothing whatever I discerned therein. 'We're in space, and space is the place,' Began the Champ, pallid utterly; 'The madness is running wild, and so shall you.' And I, who of his colour was aware, Said: 'How shall I come, if thou art afraid, Who'rt wont to be a comfort to my fears?' And he to me: 'Let me tell you now a man 20/of my position can afford to look ridiculous at any time. Now let's go, follow the Nacho Man.' Thus he went in, and thus he made me enter The foremost circle that surrounds the abyss. There, as it seemed to me from listening, Were lamentations none, but only sighs, That tremble made the everlasting air. And this arose from sorrow without torment, Which the crowds had, that many were and great, 30/Of infants and of women and of men. To me the Master good: 'Why don't you ask Who these dead dudes you're looking at are? Let me tell you about these chumps, They didn't do anything really wrong, But they could not snap into a Slim Jim Because the Slim Jim had not yet been discovered; And if they were before Sim Jims, In the right manner they adored not jerkey; They never knew the breakfast of champions. 40/As a result, they can't go to heaven, I am here as well, mostly to mock them For I did not share my Slim Jims.' Great grief seized on my heart when this I heard, Because some people of much worthiness I knew, who in that Limbo were suspended. 'Tell me, my Master, tell me, thou my Lord,' Began I, with desire of being certain Of that Faith which o'ercometh every error, 'Came any one by his own merit hence, 50/Or by another's, who was blessed thereafter?' And he, who understood my covert speech, Replied: 'When I first got here, When from the sky a long-haired dude appeared, Almost as glorious as the Nacho Man himself. He grabbed some Bible dudes, I  think they were Abe and Abel and Noah's Ark but not Noah, I think Moses was there too?  It was rad. There were a bunch of others but honestly I can't be bothered to remember right now 60/It really isn't important Past, present, future, It's the best there is. Ohhhh yeah. And then that guy left and never came back.’ We ceased not to advance because he spake, But still were passing onward through the forest, The forest, say I, of thick-crowded ghosts. Not very far as yet our way had gone This side the summit, when I saw a fire That overcame a hemisphere of darkness. 70/We were a little distant from it still, But not so far that I in part discerned not That honourable people held that place. 'O thou who honourest every art and science, Who may these be, which such great honour have, That from the fashion of the rest it parts them?' And he to me: 'The honourable name, That sounds of them above there in thy life, Wins grace in Heaven, that so advances them.' In the mean time a voice was heard by me: 80/'All honour be to the pre-eminent Poet; His shade returns again, that was departed.' After the voice had ceased and quiet was, Four mighty shades I saw approaching us; Semblance had they nor sorrowful nor glad. To say to me began my gracious Champion: 'This is a Dude named Dante, and you know me, The one for whom the sky is the limit. That one is Andre, Wrestler sovereign; Next to him is Bubba Rogers, the satirist; 90/The third is Roddy, and the last is Albano. I knew these guys when I was alive We fought and laughed and ate delicious nachos, And now we chill for all eternity' Thus I beheld assemble the fair school Of that lord of the song pre-eminent, Who o'er the others like an eagle soars. When they together had discoursed somewhat, They turned to me with signs of salutation, And on beholding this, my Master smiled; 100/And more of honour still, much more, they did me, In that they made me one of their own band; So that the sixth was I, 'mid so much wit. Thus we went on as far as to the light, Things saying 'tis becoming to keep silent, As was the saying of them where I was. We came unto a noble castle's foot, Seven times encompassed with lofty walls, Defended round by a fair rivulet; This we passed over even as firm ground; 110/Through portals seven I entered with these Sages; We came into a meadow of fresh verdure. People were there with solemn eyes and slow, Of great authority in their countenance; They spake but seldom, and with gentle voices. Thus we withdrew ourselves upon one side Into an opening luminous and lofty, So that they all of them were visible. There opposite, upon the green enamel, Were pointed out to me the mighty spirits, 120/Whom to have seen I feel myself exalted. I saw Sid Vicious with companions many, 'Mongst whom I knew both Nash and Wright, Rodman in armour with gerfalcon eyes; I saw Miss Madness and Madusa On the other side, and saw Bret Hart, Who with Pillman his buddy sat; I saw that The Butcher who drove Sting forth, And many others who I did not know, And saw alone, apart, The Repo Man. 130/When I had lifted up my brows a little, The Master I beheld of those who know, Sit with his slamtastic family. All gaze upon him, and all do him honour. There I beheld both Doink and Crush, Who nearer him before the others stand; Diesel, who puts the world on chance, Bart Gunn, Shawn Michaels, and Lex Luger, Razor Ramon, Mr. Perfect, and Albano; Of qualities I saw the good collector, 140/The Valiant Brothers; and Steele saw I, Bobo Brazil and Ladd, and The Famous Moolah, Snuka, Arnold Skaaland, and Rodz, Kowalski, Patterson, and Morales, Gorilla Monsoon, who the worst announcer made. I cannot all of them pourtray in full, Because so drives me onward the long theme, That many times the word comes short of fact. The sixfold company in two divides; Another way my sapient Guide conducts me 150/Forth from the quiet to the air that trembles; And to a place I come where nothing shines. !CANTO V. Thus I descended out of the first circle Down to the second, that less space begirds, And so much greater dole, that goads to wailing. There standeth Minos horribly, and snarls; Examines the transgressions at the entrance; Judges, and sends according as he girds him. I say, that when the spirit evil-born Cometh before him, wholly it confesses; And this discriminator of transgressions 10/Seeth what place in Hell is meet for it; Girds himself with his tail as many times As grades he wishes it should be thrust down. Always before him many of them stand; They go by turns each one unto the judgment; They speak, and hear, and then are downward hurled. 'O thou, that to this dolorous hostelry Comest,' said Minos to me, when he saw me, Leaving the practice of so great an office, 'Look how thou enterest, and in whom thou trustest; 20/Let not the portal's amplitude deceive thee.' And unto him my Guide: 'Why criest thou too? Do not impede his journey fate-ordained; It is so willed there where is power to do That which is willed; and ask no further question.' And now begin the dolesome notes to grow Audible unto me; now am I come There where much lamentation strikes upon me. I came into a place mute of all light, Which bellows as the sea does in a tempest, 30/If by opposing winds 't is combated. The infernal hurricane that never rests Hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine; Whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. When they arrive before the precipice, There are the shrieks, the plaints, and the laments, There they blaspheme the puissance divine. I understood that unto such a torment The carnal malefactors were condemned, Who reason subjugate to appetite. 40/And as the wings of starlings bear them on In the cold season in large band and full, So doth that blast the spirits maledict; It hither, thither, downward, upward, drives them; No hope doth comfort them for evermore, Not of repose, but even of lesser pain. And as the cranes go chanting forth their lays, Making in air a long line of themselves, So saw I coming, uttering lamentations, Shadows borne onward by the aforesaid stress. 50/Whereupon said I: 'Master, who are those People, whom the black air so castigates?' 'Eh, you wouldn't know them really, They were not macho or rad,' then said he unto me, 'That lady was a real piece of work. She liked the men if you know what I mean She made all sex legal all the time, That way she could have all she liked. Her name is Semiramis, of Assyria And I'd like to _Syria_ her _Ass_ one day; 60/She was married to Ninus, a macho fellow. Over there is one you may know, She's hardcore, strapped asps to her tits; aka Cleopatra the voluptuous.' Helen I saw, for whom so many ruthless Seasons revolved; and saw the great Achilles, Who at the last hour combated with Love. Paris I saw, Tristan; and more than a thousand Shades did he name and point out with his finger, Whom Love had separated from our life. 70/After that I had listened to my Teacher, Naming the dames of eld and cavaliers, Pity prevailed, and I was nigh bewildered. And I began: 'O Poet, willingly Speak would I to those two, who go together, And seem upon the wind to be so light.' And, he to me: 'Cool your jets bro You can speak to them soon enough, soon enough They'll come to us looking for love.' Soon as the wind in our direction sways them, 80/My voice uplift I: 'O ye weary souls! Come speak to us, if no one interdicts it.' As turtle-doves, called onward by desire, With open and steady wings to the sweet nest Fly through the air by their volition borne, So came they from the band where Dido is, Approaching us athwart the air malign, So strong was the affectionate appeal. 'O living creature gracious and benignant, Who visiting goest through the purple air 90/Us, who have stained the world incarnadine, If were the King of the Universe our friend, We would pray unto him to give thee peace, Since thou hast pity on our woe perverse. Of what it pleases thee to hear and speak, That will we hear, and we will speak to you, While silent is the wind, as it is now. Sitteth the city, wherein I was born, Upon the sea-shore where the Po descends To rest in peace with all his retinue. 100/Love, that on gentle heart doth swiftly seize, Seized this man for the person beautiful That was ta'en from me, and still the mode offends me. Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving, Seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly, That, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me; Love has conducted us unto one death; Caina waiteth him who quenched our life!' These words were borne along from them to us. As soon as I had heard those souls tormented, 110/I bowed my face, and so long held it down Until the Poet said to me: 'Whaddaya think?' When I made answer, I began: 'Alas! How many pleasant thoughts, how much desire, Conducted these unto the dolorous pass!' Then unto them I turned me, and I spake, And I began: 'Thine agonies, Francesca, Sad and compassionate to weeping make me. But tell me, at the time of those sweet sighs, By what and in what manner Love conceded, 120/That you should know your dubious desires?' And she to me: 'There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery, and that thy Teacher knows. But, if to recognise the earliest root Of love in us thou hast so great desire, I will do even as he who weeps and speaks. One day we reading were for our delight Of Launcelot, how Love did him enthral. Alone we were and without any fear. 130/Full many a time our eyes together drew That reading, and drove the colour from our faces; But one point only was it that o'ercame us. When as we read of the much-longed-for smile Being by such a noble lover kissed, This one, who ne'er from me shall be divided, Kissed me upon the mouth all palpitating. Galeotto was the book and he who wrote it. That day no farther did we read therein.' And all the while one spirit uttered this, 140/The other one did weep so, that, for pity, I swooned away as if I had been dying, And fell, even as a dead body falls. !CANTO VI. At the return of consciousness, that closed Before the pity of those two relations, Which utterly with sadness had confused me, New torments I behold, and new tormented Around me, whichsoever way I move, And whichsoever way I turn, and gaze. In the third circle am I of the rain Eternal, maledict, and cold, and heavy; Its law and quality are never new. 10/Huge hail, and water sombre-hued, and snow, Athwart the tenebrous air pour down amain; Noisome the earth is, that receiveth this. Cerberus, monster cruel and uncouth, With his three gullets like a dog is barking Over the people that are there submerged. Red eyes he has, and unctuous beard and black, And belly large, and armed with claws his hands; He rends the spirits, flays, and quarters them. Howl the rain maketh them like unto dogs; 20/One side they make a shelter for the other; Oft turn themselves the wretched reprobates. When Cerberus perceived us, the great worm! His mouths he opened, and displayed his tusks; Not a limb had he that was motionless. And my Conductor, with his spans extended, Took of the earth, and with his fists well filled, He threw it into those rapacious gullets. Such as that dog is, who by barking craves, And quiet grows soon as his food he gnaws, 30/For to devour it he but thinks and struggles, The like became those muzzles filth-begrimed Of Cerberus the demon, who so thunders Over the souls that they would fain be deaf. We passed across the shadows, which subdues The heavy rain-storm, and we placed our feet Upon their vanity that person seems. They all were lying prone upon the earth, Excepting one, who sat upright as soon As he beheld us passing on before him. 40/'O thou that art conducted through this Hell,' He said to me, 'recall me, if thou canst; Thyself wast made before I was unmade.' And I to him: 'The anguish which thou hast Perhaps doth draw thee out of my remembrance, So that it seems not I have ever seen thee. But tell me who thou art, that in so doleful A place art put, and in such punishment, If some are greater, none is so displeasing.' And he to me: 'Thy city, which is full 50/Of envy so that now the sack runs over, Held me within it in the life serene. You citizens were wont to call me Ciacco; For the pernicious sin of gluttony I, as thou seest, am battered by this rain. And I, sad soul, am not the only one, For all these suffer the like penalty For the like sin;' and word no more spake he. I answered him: 'Ciacco, thy wretchedness Weighs on me so that it to weep invites me; 60/But tell me, if thou knowest, to what shall come The citizens of the divided city; If any there be just; and the occasion Tell me why so much discord has assailed it.' And he to me: 'They, after long contention, Will come to bloodshed; and the rustic party Will drive the other out with much offence. Then afterwards behoves it this one fall Within three suns, and rise again the other By force of him who now is on the coast. 70/High will it hold its forehead a long while, Keeping the other under heavy burdens, Howe'er it weeps thereat and is indignant. The just are two, and are not understood there; Envy and Arrogance and Avarice Are the three sparks that have all hearts enkindled.' Here ended he his tearful utterance; And I to him: 'I wish thee still to teach me, And make a gift to me of further speech. Farinata and Tegghiaio, once so worthy, 80/Jacopo Rusticucci, Arrigo, and Mosca, And others who on good deeds set their thoughts, Say where they are, and cause that I may know them; For great desire constraineth me to learn If Heaven doth sweeten them, or Hell envenom.' And he: 'They are among the blacker souls; A different sin downweighs them to the bottom; If thou so far descendest, thou canst see them. But when thou art again in the sweet world, I pray thee to the mind of others bring me; 90/No more I tell thee and no more I answer.' Then his straightforward eyes he turned askance, Eyed me a little, and then bowed his head; He fell therewith prone like the other blind. And the Guide said to me: 'He ain't getting up, Though apparently the bible says something about the end of days, so maybe then, I was never really much of a scholar, but I think it mentioned the dead rising, Or maybe that was just in Ghostbusters.' 100/So we passed onward o'er the filthy mixture Of shadows and of rain with footsteps slow, Touching a little on the future life. Wherefore I said: 'Master, these torments here, Will they increase after the mighty sentence, Or lesser be, or will they be as burning?' And he to me: 'Man do I look like a prohpet? Whatever is gonig to happen is going to happen, And I have no way of knowing which is which. These folks are trapped here forever 110/They can't get into heaven, so who cares? It's harsh, but that's how the chips fall.' Round in a circle by that road we went, Speaking much more, which I do not repeat; We came unto the point where the descent is; There we found Plutus the great enemy. !CANTO VII. 'Pape Satan, Pape Satan, Aleppe!' Thus Plutus with his clucking voice began; And that benignant Sage, who all things knew, Said, to encourage me: 'Don't wig out, We are too macho for this jive turkey, He can't stop us entering the danger zone.' Then he turned round unto that bloated lip, And said: 'Shut up you freakshow; Why not eat yourself for a change? 10/We got a divine purpose, higher than Nachos; The big man upstairs sent us so beat it, We're soaring eagles, you are a slithering snake.' Even as the sails inflated by the wind Involved together fall when snaps the mast, So fell the cruel monster to the earth. Thus we descended into the fourth chasm, Gaining still farther on the dolesome shore Which all the woe of the universe insacks. Justice of God, ah! who heaps up so many 20/New toils and sufferings as I beheld? And why doth our transgression waste us so? As doth the billow there upon Charybdis, That breaks itself on that which it encounters, So here the folk must dance their roundelay. Here saw I people, more than elsewhere, many, On one side and the other, with great howls, Rolling weights forward by main force of chest. They clashed together, and then at that point Each one turned backward, rolling retrograde, 30/Crying, 'Why keepest?' and, 'Why squanderest thou?' Thus they returned along the lurid circle On either hand unto the opposite point, Shouting their shameful metre evermore. Then each, when he arrived there, wheeled about Through his half-circle to another joust; And I, who had my heart pierced as it were, Exclaimed: 'My Master, now declare to me What people these are, and if all were clerks, These shaven crowns upon the left of us.' 40/And he to me: 'I'll be frank with you dog, These were the dudes who loved money And let's be clear, I love money too. But these guys loved money too much, And like, not so much in a kinky way either, But instead they would hurt people to get money. You might see some churchy folks here Maybe even a pope or two, and learn: Even a priest can be a huge dick.' And I: 'My Master, among such as these 50/I ought forsooth to recognise some few, Who were infected with these maladies.' And he to me: 'I dunno man, it's sort of dark; And their dim view of compassion while alive Makes their forms sort of blurry.  It's weird. So now they're stuck here forever; Or until Electronic Arts publishes Dante's Inferno And they get some cameos in World 4. I really have no sympathy, neither should you, They took from others so now their souls are taken; 60/There's not much else to say on that matter. Let me ask you a question buddy, What do you do with your money? Your wealth? Are you stingy with it, or do you help others? Just remember these guys, or maybe Jacob Marley, Yeah that's right, I know some Dickens Even literature can be Macho at times.' 'Master,' I said to him, 'now tell me also What is this Fortune which thou speakest of, That has the world's goods so within its clutches?' 70/And he to me: 'Look idiot, Are you not listening or just being dense? Let me tell you from the beginning, then. God made everything, obviously, He made the sky, and the sun, and the stars, He made the Macho Man and tasty Nachos, And distributed these Nachos to all creation; Like a generous dude at a soup kitchen Where instead of soup they serve Nachos, But then people wanted MORE NACHOS, 80/And would fight over their cheesy goodness, Warm globes dripping from chips. So people would fight wars over these things And that is greed, my macho-in-training, I was trying to be poetical, it's a metaphor. And you can't fight greed, because it's nature; Greed controls the government and church Money is what drives corruption. But hey, this is super depressing; Did you like films by a guy named Herzog? 90/I just the other day watched one. I'm not one in general for art flicks, They're just not my speed, but let me say, I learned an astounding amount about rubber. Also, are you hot?  It's pretty hot; I get that this is part of the eternal torment thing But you'd think that greed's domain would be cooler. Like, coins are made of metal, and cool to touch; But now I'm rambling, let us press forward I... I just was getting a little bored.' 100/We crossed the circle to the other bank, Near to a fount that boils, and pours itself Along a gully that runs out of it. The water was more sombre far than perse; And we, in company with the dusky waves, Made entrance downward by a path uncouth. A marsh it makes, which has the name of Styx, This tristful brooklet, when it has descended Down to the foot of the malign gray shores. And I, who stood intent upon beholding, 110/Saw people mud-besprent in that lagoon, All of them naked and with angry look. They smote each other not alone with hands, But with the head and with the breast and feet, Tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. Said the good Master: 'What you're looking at Is those folks who were consumed with anger; REAL anger, not like we pretend in the ring Their anger is so blazing hot that even now It makes the very water down there bubble. 120/They writhe and spin and boil themselves. In this jacuzzi, they whine about their lot They can't take the heat, and unfortunately, They are not allowed to get out of the kitchen; So they sing a sad song. I don't know all the words, but it boils down to, 'Boy it's hot and we are sad, so sad, so sad.'' Thus we went circling round the filthy fen A great arc 'twixt the dry bank and the swamp, With eyes turned unto those who gorge the mire; 130/Unto the foot of a tower we came at last. !CANTO VIII. I say, continuing, that long before We to the foot of that high tower had come, Our eyes went upward to the summit of it, By reason of two flamelets we saw placed there, And from afar another answer them, So far, that hardly could the eye attain it. And, to the sea of all discernment turned, I said: 'What sayeth this, and what respondeth That other fire? and who are they that made it?' 10/And he to me: 'If you look out over the waves I figure you'll see what's going on If the view is clear, in any case.' Cord never shot an arrow from itself That sped away athwart the air so swift, As I beheld a very little boat Come o'er the water tow'rds us at that moment, Under the guidance of a single pilot, Who shouted, 'Now art thou arrived, fell soul?' 'Phlegyas, Phlegyas, thou criest out in vain 20/For this once,' said my Lord; 'thou shalt not have us Longer than in the passing of the slough.' As he who listens to some great deceit That has been done to him, and then resents it, Such became Phlegyas, in his gathered wrath. My Guide descended down into the boat, And then he made me enter after him, And only when I entered seemed it laden. Soon as the Guide and I were in the boat, The antique prow goes on its way, dividing 30/More of the water than 'tis wont with others. While we were running through the dead canal, Uprose in front of me one full of mire, And said, 'Who 'rt thou that comest ere the hour?' And I to him: 'Although I come, I stay not; But who art thou that hast become so squalid?' 'Thou seest that I am one who weeps,' he answered. And I to him: 'With weeping and with wailing, Thou spirit maledict, do thou remain; For thee I know, though thou art all defiled.' 40/Then stretched he both his hands unto the boat; Whereat my wary Master thrust him back, Saying, 'You stay in your place or I will end you.' Thereafter with his arms he clasped my neck; He kissed my face, and said: 'Disdainful soul, Blessed be she who bore thee in her bosom. That was an arrogant person in the world; Goodness is none, that decks his memory; So likewise here his shade is furious. How many are esteemed great kings up there, 50/Who here shall be like unto swine in mire, Leaving behind them horrible dispraises!' And I: 'My Master, much should I be pleased, If I could see him soused into this broth, Before we issue forth out of the lake.' And he to me: 'Just be patient man, We'll get there soon enough, you're like a child; Asking 'are we there yet' from the backseat.' A little after that, I saw such havoc Made of him by the people of the mire, 60/That still I praise and thank my God for it. They all were shouting, 'At Philippo Argenti!' And that exasperate spirit Florentine Turned round upon himself with his own teeth. We left him there, and more of him I tell not; But on mine ears there smote a lamentation, Whence forward I intent unbar mine eyes. And the good Master said: 'See that place? Dis city here is called Dis, get me? The people who live there are not macho.' 70/And I: 'Its mosques already, Master, clearly Within there in the valley I discern Vermilion, as if issuing from the fire They were.'  And he to me: 'You're in Hell, And given that Hell is both full of and on fire, That red stuff you see is... fire, idiot.' Then we arrived within the moats profound, That circumvallate that disconsolate city; The walls appeared to me to be of iron. Not without making first a circuit wide, 80/We came unto a place where loud the pilot Cried out to us, 'Debark, here is the entrance.' More than a thousand at the gates I saw Out of the Heavens rained down, who angrily Were saying, 'Who is this that without death Goes through the kingdom of the people dead?' And my sagacious Master made a sign Of wishing secretly to speak with them. A little then they quelled their great disdain, And said: 'Come thou alone, and he begone 90/Who has so boldly entered these dominions. Let him return alone by his mad road; Try, if he can; for thou shalt here remain, Who hast escorted him through such dark regions.' Think, Reader, if I was discomforted At utterance of the accursed words; For never to return here I believed. 'O my dear Guide, who more than seven times Hast rendered me security, and drawn me From imminent peril that before me stood, 100/Do not desert me,' said I, 'thus undone; And if the going farther be denied us, Let us retrace our steps together swiftly.' And that Lord, who had led me thitherward, Said unto me: 'Don't worry, I got you. God sent us so they can't refuse us. So just sit tight, watch the Macho Magic, Take a load off those barking dogs; I won't abandon you even if you're annoying.' So onward goes and there abandons me 110/My Father sweet, and I remain in doubt, For No and Yes within my head contend. I could not hear what he proposed to them; But with them there he did not linger long, Ere each within in rivalry ran back. They closed the portals, those our adversaries, On my Lord's breast, who had remained without And turned to me with footsteps far between. His eyes cast down, his forehead shorn had he Of all its boldness, and he said, with sighs, 120/'Who is it that has refused to let us in?' And unto me: 'I'm really angry now, But don't worry, I can still handle this, Their defenses are basically worthless. They're just acting tough, but it's no use; There's more than one way to skin a cat, And more than one way to enter into Dis. Look around for a stick, or maybe a bomb; We're going to knock these walls down, And march over the corpses of these demons, 130/That is how the city shall be opened.' !CANTO IX. That hue which cowardice brought out on me, Beholding my Conductor backward turn, Sooner repressed within him his new colour. He stopped attentive, like a man who listens, Because the eye could not conduct him far Through the black air, and through the heavy fog. 'We probably should win this fight,' Began he; 'or else, uh. . . Let's just not think about that!' 10/Well I perceived, as soon as the beginning He covered up with what came afterward, That they were words quite different from the first; But none the less his saying gave me fear, Because I carried out the broken phrase, Perhaps to a worse meaning than he had. 'Into this bottom of the doleful conch Doth any e'er descend from the first grade, Which for its pain has only hope cut off?' This question put I; and he answered me: 20/'Nobody really comes this way, So honestly it's really hard to say. A while back I was summoned here By some shitty wizard named Eric, Who necromancy'd me against my will. Though I hadn't been dead for very long, He sent me on a bogus quest for nachos, literal nachos, not some catchphrase joke; Down there into the lowest circle of all, The furthest from heaven you can get. 30/Anyway, that's where we're going. The swamp that we're in now, Is entirely surrounding the city, Remember, the one we can't get into.' And more he said, but not in mind I have it; Because mine eye had altogether drawn me Tow'rds the high tower with the red-flaming summit, Where in a moment saw I swift uprisen The three infernal Furies stained with blood, Who had the limbs of women and their mien, 40/And with the greenest hydras were begirt; Small serpents and cerastes were their tresses, Wherewith their horrid temples were entwined. And he who well the handmaids of the Queen Of everlasting lamentation knew, Said unto me: 'Check out those bird-ladies. On the left is one named Ozzy; On the right we have one named Flea; And in the middle Slash;' and then was silent. Each one her breast was rending with her nails; 50/They beat them with their palms, and cried so loud, That I for dread pressed close unto the Poet. 'Medusa come, so we to stone will change him!' All shouted looking down; 'in evil hour Avenged we not on Theseus his assault!' 'Oh yeah, you know about Medusa right? Just close your eyes, bumble around blindly, Because if you see her it's game over, man.' Thus said the Master; and he turned me round Himself, and trusted not unto my hands 60/So far as not to blind me with his own. O ye who have undistempered intellects, Observe the doctrine that conceals itself Beneath the veil of the mysterious verses! And now there came across the turbid waves The clangour of a sound with terror fraught, Because of which both of the margins trembled; Not otherwise it was than of a wind Impetuous on account of adverse heats, That smites the forest, and, without restraint, 70/The branches rends, beats down, and bears away; Right onward, laden with dust, it goes superb, And puts to flight the wild beasts and the shepherds. Mine eyes he loosed, and said: 'Yo, look over there that foamy bit down the river can you see? Over there where it's super smokey.' Even as the frogs before the hostile serpent Across the water scatter all abroad, Until each one is huddled in the earth. More than a thousand ruined souls I saw, 80/Thus fleeing from before one who on foot Was passing o'er the Styx with soles unwet. From off his face he fanned that unctuous air, Waving his left hand oft in front of him, And only with that anguish seemed he weary. Well I perceived one sent from Heaven was he, And to the Master turned; and he made sign That I should quiet stand, and bow before him. Ah! how disdainful he appeared to me! He reached the gate, and with a little rod 90/He opened it, for there was no resistance. 'Hey all you hated people who couldn't get into heaven!' Thus he began upon the horrid threshold; 'What makes you act so arrogant? Don't you know you should be humble, Isn't bad behavior what placed you here? Don't you ever learn that being bad is bad? You know that struggling is pointless right? It's literally impossible to escape from Hell, So why not chill, shoot some hoops or something?' 100/Then he returned along the miry road, And spake no word to us, but had the look Of one whom other care constrains and goads Than that of him who in his presence is; And we our feet directed tow'rds the city, After those holy words all confident. Within we entered without any contest; And I, who inclination had to see What the condition such a fortress holds, Soon as I was within, cast round mine eye, 110/And see on every hand an ample plain, Full of distress and torment terrible. Even as at Arles, where stagnant grows the Rhone, Even as at Pola near to the Quarnaro, That shuts in Italy and bathes its borders, The sepulchres make all the place uneven; So likewise did they there on every side, Saving that there the manner was more bitter; For flames between the sepulchres were scattered, By which they so intensely heated were, 120/That iron more so asks not any art. All of their coverings uplifted were, And from them issued forth such dire laments, Sooth seemed they of the wretched and tormented. And I: 'My Master, what are all those people Who, having sepulture within those tombs, Make themselves audible by doleful sighs?' And he to me: 'Those are the Heresiarchs, And their disciples, dressed in pink. A bunch more are napping in the crypts. 130/A lot of folks here spent their time sleeping; It's awfully hot and it helps to pass the time.' And when he to the right had turned, we passed Between the torments and high parapets. !CANTO X. Now onward goes, along a narrow path Between the torments and the city wall, My Master, and I follow at his back. 'O power supreme, that through these impious circles Turnest me,' I began, 'as pleases thee, Speak to me, and my longings satisfy; The people who are lying in these tombs, Might they be seen? already are uplifted The covers all, and no one keepeth guard.' 10/And he to me: 'Everything will close. Remember the Book of Revelations? The dead are going to rise someday. The seas will churn, and turn to blood Like some heavy metal album cover, There's a dragon too, it's awesome; But as for your question right now, You'll see the answer soon enough, And wish you hadn't asked at all.' And I: 'Good Leader, I but keep concealed 20/From thee my heart, that I may speak the less, Nor only now hast thou thereto disposed me.' 'Buddy, we went through a flaming city. You made it through alive, no mean feat. So chill a bit, and see what is coming up. I can tell by the way that you talk That you and I share a fatherland, and maybe I've razzed you a bit too much.' Upon a sudden issued forth this sound From out one of the tombs; wherefore I pressed, 30/Fearing, a little nearer to my Leader. And unto me he said: 'What are you doing? Look over there at Farinata the zombie; Sticking out from the waist up.' I had already fixed mine eyes on his, And he uprose erect with breast and front E'en as if Hell he had in great despite. And with courageous hands and prompt my Leader Thrust me between the sepulchres towards him, Exclaiming, 'Go talk to him dude!' 40/As soon as I was at the foot of his tomb Somewhat he eyed me, and, as if disdainful, Then asked of me, 'Who were thine ancestors?' I, who desirous of obeying was, Concealed it not, but all revealed to him; Whereat he raised his brows a little upward. Then said he: 'Fiercely adverse have they been To me, and to my fathers, and my party; So that two several times I scattered them.' 'If they were banished, they returned on all sides,' 50/I answered him, 'the first time and the second; But yours have not acquired that art aright.' Then there uprose upon the sight, uncovered Down to the chin, a shadow at his side; I think that he had risen on his knees. Round me he gazed, as if solicitude He had to see if some one else were with me, But after his suspicion was all spent, Weeping, he said to me: 'If through this blind Prison thou goest by loftiness of genius, 60/Where is my son? and why is he not with thee?' And I to him: 'I come not of myself; He who is waiting yonder leads me here, Whom in disdain perhaps your Guido had.' His language and the mode of punishment Already unto me had read his name; On that account my answer was so full. Up starting suddenly, he cried out: 'How Saidst thou,--he had?  Is he not still alive? Does not the sweet light strike upon his eyes?' 70/When he became aware of some delay, Which I before my answer made, supine He fell again, and forth appeared no more. But the other, magnanimous, at whose desire I had remained, did not his aspect change, Neither his neck he moved, nor bent his side. 'And if,' continuing his first discourse, 'They have that art,' he said, 'not learned aright, That more tormenteth me, than doth this bed. But fifty times shall not rekindled be 80/The countenance of the Lady who reigns here, Ere thou shalt know how heavy is that art; And as thou wouldst to the sweet world return, Say why that people is so pitiless Against my race in each one of its laws?' Whence I to him: 'The slaughter and great carnage Which have with crimson stained the Arbia, cause Such orisons in our temple to be made.' After his head he with a sigh had shaken, 'There I was not alone,' he said, 'nor surely 90/Without a cause had with the others moved. But there I was alone, where every one Consented to the laying waste of Florence, He who defended her with open face.' 'Ah! so hereafter may your seed repose,' I him entreated, 'solve for me that knot, Which has entangled my conceptions here. It seems that you can see, if I hear rightly, Beforehand whatsoe'er time brings with it, And in the present have another mode.' 100/'We see, like those who have imperfect sight, The things,' he said, 'that distant are from us; So much still shines on us the Sovereign Ruler. When they draw near, or are, is wholly vain Our intellect, and if none brings it to us, Not anything know we of your human state. Hence thou canst understand, that wholly dead Will be our knowledge from the moment when The portal of the future shall be closed.' Then I, as if compunctious for my fault, 110/Said: 'Now, then, you will tell that fallen one, That still his son is with the living joined. And if just now, in answering, I was dumb, Tell him I did it because I was thinking Already of the error you have solved me.' And now my Master was recalling me, Wherefore more eagerly I prayed the spirit That he would tell me who was with him there. He said: 'With more than a thousand here I lie; Within here is the second Frederick, 120/And the Cardinal, and of the rest I speak not.' Thereon he hid himself; and I towards The ancient poet turned my steps, reflecting Upon that saying, which seemed hostile to me. He moved along; and afterward thus going, He said to me, 'Why are you confused?' And I in his inquiry satisfied him. 'Let your experience here help you, against yourself,' that Sage commanded me, 'And now listen up;' and he raised his finger. 130/'When we finally reach your hot mama That lady so fine that the angels swoon, From her you'll learn all about your own life.' Unto the left hand then he turned his feet; We left the wall, and went towards the middle, Along a path that strikes into a valley, Which even up there unpleasant made its stench. !CANTO XI. Upon the margin of a lofty bank Which great rocks broken in a circle made, We came upon a still more cruel throng; And there, by reason of the horrible Excess of stench the deep abyss throws out, We drew ourselves aside behind the cover Of a great tomb, whereon I saw a writing, Which said: 'Pope Anastasius I hold, Whom out of the right way Photinus drew.' 10/'Now's the time to take it slow, It's not very macho, but so it goes Otherwise we may fall and look silly.' The Master thus; and unto him I said, 'Some compensation find, that the time pass not Idly;' and he: 'You really know nothing. Check out these rocks here, they're gnarly,' Began he then to say, 'inside are three small circles, Sort of like the circles that we're leaving now. They're full of damned souls of course; 20/And soon enough you'll see for youself, And hear their super annoying LAME-O whining. They've done basically every bad thing, You name it and they've done it probably, They lie and cheat and steal and sing. The ones up here in particular are the liars, Only humans lie so God hates liars the most, It's one of the least macho things you can do. The first circle was the violent of course; But lots of creatures can hit a dude, 30/Heck even I, the Nacho Man, have done so. And God himself uses force on stuff, Smiting a particularly sinful tree, Hurling a lightning bolt and a crab. You can die by violence, or kill, Or do all sorts of gnarly things to a guy Ruin, and arson, and straight-up punching; Homicide, patricide, fratricide, and so forth, Marauders, and freebooters, everything, They're all condemned to one circle or another. 40/Heck you can even inflict violence on yourself In more ways than one if you know what I mean And that might get you punished as well Basically never lay a hand on anybody Without their consent, or permission, Otherwise maybe you'll burn forever. Violence can even be done to God, Saying rude stuff about him, calling names, Littering or messing up nature. In fact, by some measure it can be said 50/Literally any action is violent to somebody, But liars do violence with words alone. That is why those who commit fraud, Those who decieve and hoodwink others, Are probably folks you should not trust. They have cut themselves off from the macho, Nature abhors their cunning ways. The second circle is similar of course, Hypocrisy, flattery, and sweet wizards, Falsification, theft, and puppyhaters, 60/Panders, and barrators, and the like filth. They've forgotten things to love in life, Nature's bounty, a plate of nachos, All good things from which rad feelings flow. But it is in this circle, the smallest part Of the Universe, where Dis is located, That the betrayers and backstabbers are.' And I: 'My Master, clear enough proceeds Thy reasoning, and full well distinguishes This cavern and the people who possess it. 70/But tell me, those within the fat lagoon, Whom the wind drives, and whom the rain doth beat, And who encounter with such bitter tongues, Wherefore are they inside of the red city Not punished, if God has them in his wrath, And if he has not, wherefore in such fashion?' And unto me he said: 'Come on bro, Why do you keep asking these things? Were you not listening to me at all? Don't you have any memory whatsoever 80/Of all the unethical things that exist and which heaven itself hold as uncool?-- Incontinence, and Malice, and insane Bestiality? and how Incontinence Makes you smell bad, and makes a big mess? If you think about it for a second, And remember who are trapped in this place Those doing penance for their misdeeds, Surely you'll understand why they're apart Why their sentences are slightly less painful 90/How Justice has seen to show a bit of mercy.' 'Praise the sun!  For it shines upon those, Whom you claim to be confused by, no doubt Having not even bothered to look behind us! Once more a little backward turn thee,' said I, 'There where thou sayest that usury offends Goodness divine, and disengage the knot.' 'Think about it,' he said, 'Use your head, Consider the ways in which one might sin, And how Nature might deal with you, 100/There are a few types of sins; Did you ever have physics in school, And looking through a lame-o textbook, Determine that everything you knew Was total bogus, entirely worthless; Such that you just dropped the class? Try and stir up that feeling Only think about, I dunno, Eden, The sort of sins that were commited; And whether or not blame is assigned, 110/Or maybe like, read Paradise Lost? It's written a few centuries after you die. Anyway, we don't have all day, We don't need to move slowly anymore, So let's pick up the pace a bit, yes? Let's do a sweet trick off this crag here.' !CANTO XII. The place where to descend the bank we came Was alpine, and from what was there, moreover, Of such a kind that every eye would shun it. Such as that ruin is which in the flank Smote, on this side of Trent, the Adige, Either by earthquake or by failing stay, For from the mountain's top, from which it moved, Unto the plain the cliff is shattered so, Some path 'twould give to him who was above; 10/Even such was the descent of that ravine, And on the border of the broken chasm The infamy of Crete was stretched along, Who was conceived in the fictitious cow; And when he us beheld, he bit himself, Even as one whom anger racks within. My Sage towards him shouted: 'Is it possible That you think the Duke of Athens is here, Who killed you right good long ago? Get your ugly self out of here, loser. 20/Else I say something rude about your sister And then I'll point and laugh at you.' As is that bull who breaks loose at the moment In which he has received the mortal blow, Who cannot walk, but staggers here and there, The Minotaur beheld I do the like; And he, the wary, cried: 'Run to the passage; While he wroth, 'tis well thou shouldst descend.' Thus down we took our way o'er that discharge Of stones, which oftentimes did move themselves 30/Beneath my feet, from the unwonted burden. Thoughtful I went; and he said: 'You're thinking About how I totally owned that stupid bullman And how he ran crying before my machoness. Let me tell you this: the last time I came through this part of Hell, This bit hadn't collapsed yet. And I saw the minotaur dressed up nicely Leaving his day job in Dis, coming home Ready to spend the evening with his family, 40/And I thought maybe he's just like us Just doing his day job being an evil demon And comes home to a loving household at night But then I realize no that's stupid; He's a crazy bullman with doofy cow horns And basically nothing makes that not awful. Anyway, look at that sweet river down there, It's a river of blood! Super macho! The folks swimming in it hurt other people.' O blind cupidity, O wrath insane, 50/That spurs us onward so in our short life, And in the eternal then so badly steeps us! I saw an ample moat bent like a bow, As one which all the plain encompasses, Conformable to what my Guide had said. And between this and the embankment's foot Centaurs in file were running, armed with arrows, As in the world they used the chase to follow. Beholding us descend, each one stood still, And from the squadron three detached themselves, 60/With bows and arrows in advance selected; And from afar one cried: 'Unto what torment Come ye, who down the hillside are descending? Tell us from there; if not, I draw the bow.' My Master said: 'We ain't telling you nothin' We talk to Chrion and nobody but him. Cry about if if you can't handle it.' Then touched he me, and said: 'That guy is Nessus, Who died for the lovely Dejanira, And took some really gnarly revenge. 70/And over there through the blood-mist, You can see Chiron; who trained Achilles And Pholus who is known for his bad temper. Thousands of demons stand around the river Any time a soul tries to escape the blood They plug him full of arrows! Ka-pow! Wham!' Near we approached unto those monsters fleet; Chiron an arrow took, and with the notch Backward upon his jaws he put his beard. After he had uncovered his great mouth, 80/He said to his companions: 'Are you ware That he behind moveth whate'er he touches? Thus are not wont to do the feet of dead men.' And my good Guide, who now was at his breast, Where the two natures are together joined, Replied: 'He's alive, it is true And it is my job to take him through Hell. This is no pleasure cruise let me tell you. We're on a mission from God, as it were, I've got this task direct rom upstairs; 90/So we're just going to keep on rolling. But while I have your attention, let me ask Given the macho nature of our mission, And the fact that we have to get through, Could you lend us one of your centaurs, Who can let us ride on his back; This guy isn't a ghost and can't float.' Upon his right breast Chiron wheeled about, And said to Nessus: 'Turn and do thou guide them, And warn aside, if other band may meet you.' 100/We with our faithful escort onward moved Along the brink of the vermilion boiling, Wherein the boiled were uttering loud laments. People I saw within up to the eyebrows, And the great Centaur said: 'Tyrants are these, Who dealt in bloodshed and in pillaging. Here they lament their pitiless mischiefs; here Is Alexander, and fierce Dionysius Who upon Sicily brought dolorous years. That forehead there which has the hair so black 110/Is Azzolin; and the other who is blond, Obizzo is of Esti, who, in truth, Up in the world was by his stepson slain.' Then turned I to the Poet; and he said, 'I have no idea what any of that meant.' A little farther on the Centaur stopped Above a folk, who far down as the throat Seemed from that boiling stream to issue forth. A shade he showed us on one side alone, Saying: 'He cleft asunder in God's bosom 120/The heart that still upon the Thames is honoured.' Then people saw I, who from out the river Lifted their heads and also all the chest; And many among these I recognised. Thus ever more and more grew shallower That blood, so that the feet alone it covered; And there across the moat our passage was. 'Even as thou here upon this side beholdest The boiling stream, that aye diminishes,' The Centaur said, 'I wish thee to believe 130/That on this other more and more declines Its bed, until it reunites itself Where it behoveth tyranny to groan. Justice divine, upon this side, is goading That Attila, who was a scourge on earth, And Pyrrhus, and Sextus; and for ever milks The tears which with the boiling it unseals In Rinier da Corneto and Rinier Pazzo, Who made upon the highways so much war.' Then back he turned, and passed again the ford. !CANTO XIII. Not yet had Nessus reached the other side, When we had put ourselves within a wood, That was not marked by any path whatever. Not foliage green, but of a dusky colour, Not branches smooth, but gnarled and intertangled, Not apple-trees were there, but thorns with poison. Such tangled thickets have not, nor so dense, Those savage wild beasts, that in hatred hold 'Twixt Cecina and Corneto the tilled places. 10/There do the hideous Harpies make their nests, Who chased the Trojans from the Strophades, With sad announcement of impending doom; Broad wings have they, and necks and faces human, And feet with claws, and their great bellies fledged; They make laments upon the wondrous trees. And the good Master: 'Before we go further, I want to let you know we're in the second round,' Thus he began to say, 'and will be, until We get to the Beach of Gross Sand Crud; 20/As we go, look to your sides and you'll see The proof, if you doubt my macho words.' I heard on all sides lamentations uttered, And person none beheld I who might make them, Whence, utterly bewildered, I stood still. I think he thought that I perhaps might think So many voices issued through those trunks From people who concealed themselves from us; Therefore the Master said: 'Why not break off A little bit of a tree to satisfy yourself? 30/Plants don't feel pain, right?  Probably.' Then stretched I forth my hand a little forward, And plucked a branchlet off from a great thorn; And the trunk cried, 'Why dost thou mangle me?' After it had become embrowned with blood, It recommenced its cry: 'Why dost thou rend me? Hast thou no spirit of pity whatsoever? Men once we were, and now are changed to trees; Indeed, thy hand should be more pitiful, Even if the souls of serpents we had been.' 40/As out of a green brand, that is on fire At one of the ends, and from the other drips And hisses with the wind that is escaping; So from that splinter issued forth together Both words and blood; whereat I let the tip Fall, and stood like a man who is afraid. 'Oh man, you fell for it, what a dope!' My Sage made answer, 'Hey tree buddy, This joker has no idea where he is, And so I decided to prank him at your expense; 50/Sorry 'bout that, but it was SO MACHO! Why don't you tell him who you are? That way when he leaves for the living world, Maybe he can tell your ex-wife or something That he saw you here, and she'll laugh.' And the trunk said: 'So thy sweet words allure me, I cannot silent be; and you be vexed not, That I a little to discourse am tempted. I am the one who both keys had in keeping Of Frederick's heart, and turned them to and fro 60/So softly in unlocking and in locking, That from his secrets most men I withheld; Fidelity I bore the glorious office So great, I lost thereby my sleep and pulses. The courtesan who never from the dwelling Of Caesar turned aside her strumpet eyes, Death universal and the vice of courts, Inflamed against me all the other minds, And they, inflamed, did so inflame Augustus, That my glad honours turned to dismal mournings. 70/My spirit, in disdainful exultation, Thinking by dying to escape disdain, Made me unjust against myself, the just. I, by the roots unwonted of this wood, Do swear to you that never broke I faith Unto my lord, who was so worthy of honour; And to the world if one of you return, Let him my memory comfort, which is lying Still prostrate from the blow that envy dealt it.' Waited awhile, and then: 'If you want to know more,' 80/The Poet said to me, 'don't waste time, We don't have all day so ask him now.' Whence I to him: 'Do thou again inquire Concerning what thou thinks't will satisfy me; For I cannot, such pity is in my heart.' Therefore he recommenced: 'So may the man Do for thee freely what thy speech implores, Spirit incarcerate, again be pleased To tell us in what way the soul is bound Within these knots; and tell us, if thou canst, 90/If any from such members e'er is freed.' Then blew the trunk amain, and afterward The wind was into such a voice converted: 'With brevity shall be replied to you. When the exasperated soul abandons The body whence it rent itself away, Minos consigns it to the seventh abyss. It falls into the forest, and no part Is chosen for it; but where Fortune hurls it, There like a grain of spelt it germinates. 100/It springs a sapling, and a forest tree; The Harpies, feeding then upon its leaves, Do pain create, and for the pain an outlet. Like others for our spoils shall we return; But not that any one may them revest, For 'tis not just to have what one casts off. Here we shall drag them, and along the dismal Forest our bodies shall suspended be, Each to the thorn of his molested shade.' We were attentive still unto the trunk, 110/Thinking that more it yet might wish to tell us, When by a tumult we were overtaken, In the same way as he is who perceives The boar and chase approaching to his stand, Who hears the crashing of the beasts and branches; And two behold! upon our left-hand side, Naked and scratched, fleeing so furiously, That of the forest, every fan they broke. He who was in advance: 'Now help, Death, help!' And the other one, who seemed to lag too much, 120/Was shouting: 'Lano, were not so alert Those legs of thine at joustings of the Toppo!' And then, perchance because his breath was failing, He grouped himself together with a bush. Behind them was the forest full of black She-mastiffs, ravenous, and swift of foot As greyhounds, who are issuing from the chain. On him who had crouched down they set their teeth, And him they lacerated piece by piece, Thereafter bore away those aching members. 130/Thereat my Escort took me by the hand, And led me to the bush, that all in vain Was weeping from its bloody lacerations. 'O Jacopo,' it said, 'of Sant' Andrea, What helped it thee of me to make a screen? What blame have I in thy nefarious life?' When near him had the Master stayed his steps, He said: 'Hey Bush Buddy, tell us a story What was your life like?  We're curious.' And he to us: 'O souls, that hither come 140/To look upon the shameful massacre That has so rent away from me my leaves, Gather them up beneath the dismal bush; I of that city was which to the Baptist Changed its first patron, wherefore he for this Forever with his art will make it sad. And were it not that on the pass of Arno Some glimpses of him are remaining still, Those citizens, who afterwards rebuilt it Upon the ashes left by Attila, 150/In vain had caused their labour to be done. Of my own house I made myself a gibbet.' !CANTO XIV. Because the charity of my native place Constrained me, gathered I the scattered leaves, And gave them back to him, who now was hoarse. Then came we to the confine, where disparted The second round is from the third, and where A horrible form of Justice is beheld. Clearly to manifest these novel things, I say that we arrived upon a plain, Which from its bed rejecteth every plant; 10/The dolorous forest is a garland to it All round about, as the sad moat to that; There close upon the edge we stayed our feet. The soil was of an arid and thick sand, Not of another fashion made than that Which by the feet of Cato once was pressed. Vengeance of God, O how much oughtest thou By each one to be dreaded, who doth read That which was manifest unto mine eyes! Of naked souls beheld I many herds, 20/Who all were weeping very miserably, And over them seemed set a law diverse. Supine upon the ground some folk were lying; And some were sitting all drawn up together, And others went about continually. Those who were going round were far the more, And those were less who lay down to their torment, But had their tongues more loosed to lamentation. O'er all the sand-waste, with a gradual fall, Were raining down dilated flakes of fire, 30/As of the snow on Alp without a wind. As Alexander, in those torrid parts Of India, beheld upon his host Flames fall unbroken till they reached the ground. Whence he provided with his phalanxes To trample down the soil, because the vapour Better extinguished was while it was single; Thus was descending the eternal heat, Whereby the sand was set on fire, like tinder Beneath the steel, for doubling of the dole. 40/Without repose forever was the dance Of miserable hands, now there, now here, Shaking away from off them the fresh gleeds. 'Master,' began I, 'thou who overcomest All things except the demons dire, that issued Against us at the entrance of the gate, Who is that mighty one who seems to heed not The fire, and lieth lowering and disdainful, So that the rain seems not to ripen him?' And he himself, who had become aware 50/That I was questioning my Guide about him, Cried: 'Such as I was living, am I, dead. If Jove should weary out his smith, from whom He seized in anger the sharp thunderbolt, Wherewith upon the last day I was smitten, And if he wearied out by turns the others In Mongibello at the swarthy forge, Vociferating, 'Help, good Vulcan, help!' Even as he did there at the fight of Phlegra, And shot his bolts at me with all his might, 60/He would not have thereby a joyous vengeance.' Then did my Leader speak with such great force, That I had never heard him speak so loud: 'Yo Capaneus, aren't you aware that Your arrogance increases your punishment;? The only thing making you miserable, Is yourself.  Chill out bro!' Then he turned round to me with better lip, Saying: 'This un-macho rage man here Was one of seven kings who beseged Thebes 70/And also he seems to hate God for some reason; The only reason he's here is his doing If he calmed down he could walk on out. Now follow me, but step lightly here Don't let your feet touch the grody sand, Stay close to the woods, understand?' Speaking no word, we came to where there gushes Forth from the wood a little rivulet, Whose redness makes my hair still stand on end. As from the Bulicame springs the brooklet, 80/The sinful women later share among them, So downward through the sand it went its way. The bottom of it, and both sloping banks, Were made of stone, and the margins at the side; Whence I perceived that there the passage was. 'Out of everything we've seen so far Since we began this hellish vacation Has been pretty gnarly, you'll agree But feast your eyes on this fire-water Nothing is as rad as this here river, 90/With the flames dancing on the surface.' These words were of my Leader; whence I prayed him That he would give me largess of the food, For which he had given me largess of desire. 'Back on Earth there is this island,' Said he thereafterward, 'It's called Crete, And the king there kept his world boring. On Crete there's this huge old mountain There are streams and forests and nature stuff. Nobody lives there, but it's pretty okay. 100/The Greeks believed that a goddess gave birth And hid her son on that island, which I guess Makes sense because babies are loud and all. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this It doesn't have very much to do with the river, But it somehow seemed like the right thing. Say, did you know that some guy back on Earth, Made a video game where I'm a dragon? It's awesome!  I can breath fire and fly. Did you bring any food with you at all? 110/Ghosts can't really eat you understand, But it's been so long since I snapped Into a Slim Jim that I kinda was hoping Maybe you had one in your pocket somewhere, And could just pass it through me a bit So that I can absorb some of the essence. That's how ghosts eat, like this you see; Watch 1995's 'Casper', it's in there. Anyway, this river flows down through Hell. Eventually it will go to the very bottom 120/But you'll see where, we're going there.' And I to him: 'If so the present runnel Doth take its rise in this way from our world, Why only on this verge appears it to us?' And he to me: 'You know that Hell is circular, We've come a long way but not long enough, There's still a long way yet to go, We haven't made it quite to the end yet. So if you've been surprised by the sights, Let me say: You ain't seen nothing yet.' 130/And I again: 'Master, where shall be found Lethe and Phlegethon, for of one thou'rt silent, And sayest the other of this rain is made?' 'I said nothing of the sort, you buffoon!' Replied he; 'but to answer your question, If you look at the water you might know. See the water there? That's the Lethe, Sometimes the souls of the punished bathe And forget why they're here.  It sucks.' Then said he: 'Alright that's enough for now 140/Tourism time is over, we have a schedule; Let's go this way, follow me across, I want to get out of this stupid forest.' !CANTO XV. Now bears us onward one of the hard margins, And so the brooklet's mist o'ershadows it, From fire it saves the water and the dikes. Even as the Flemings, 'twixt Cadsand and Bruges, Fearing the flood that tow'rds them hurls itself, Their bulwarks build to put the sea to flight; And as the Paduans along the Brenta, To guard their villas and their villages, Or ever Chiarentana feel the heat; 10/In such similitude had those been made, Albeit not so lofty nor so thick, Whoever he might be, the master made them. Now were we from the forest so remote, I could not have discovered where it was, Even if backward I had turned myself, When we a company of souls encountered, Who came beside the dike, and every one Gazed at us, as at evening we are wont To eye each other under a new moon, 20/And so towards us sharpened they their brows As an old tailor at the needle's eye. Thus scrutinised by such a family, By some one I was recognised, who seized My garment's hem, and cried out, 'What a marvel!' And I, when he stretched forth his arm to me, On his baked aspect fastened so mine eyes, That the scorched countenance prevented not His recognition by my intellect; And bowing down my face unto his own, 30/I made reply, 'Are you here, Ser Brunetto?' And he: 'May't not displease thee, O my son, If a brief space with thee Brunetto Latini Backward return and let the trail go on.' I said to him: 'With all my power I ask it; And if you wish me to sit down with you, I will, if he please, for I go with him.' 'O son,' he said, 'whoever of this herd A moment stops, lies then a hundred years, Nor fans himself when smiteth him the fire. 40/Therefore go on; I at thy skirts will come, And afterward will I rejoin my band, Which goes lamenting its eternal doom.' I did not dare to go down from the road Level to walk with him; but my head bowed I held as one who goeth reverently. And he began: 'What fortune or what fate Before the last day leadeth thee down here? And who is this that showeth thee the way?' 'Up there above us in the life serene,' 50/I answered him, 'I lost me in a valley, Or ever yet my age had been completed. But yestermorn I turned my back upon it; This one appeared to me, returning thither, And homeward leadeth me along this road.' And he to me: 'If thou thy star do follow, Thou canst not fail thee of a glorious port, If well I judged in the life beautiful. And if I had not died so prematurely, Seeing Heaven thus benignant unto thee, 60/I would have given thee comfort in the work. But that ungrateful and malignant people, Which of old time from Fesole descended, And smacks still of the mountain and the granite, Will make itself, for thy good deeds, thy foe; And it is right; for among crabbed sorbs It ill befits the sweet fig to bear fruit. Old rumour in the world proclaims them blind; A people avaricious, envious, proud; Take heed that of their customs thou do cleanse thee. 70/Thy fortune so much honour doth reserve thee, One party and the other shall be hungry For thee; but far from goat shall be the grass. Their litter let the beasts of Fesole Make of themselves, nor let them touch the plant, If any still upon their dunghill rise, In which may yet revive the consecrated Seed of those Romans, who remained there when The nest of such great malice it became.' 'If my entreaty wholly were fulfilled,' 80/Replied I to him, 'not yet would you be In banishment from human nature placed; For in my mind is fixed, and touches now My heart the dear and good paternal image Of you, when in the world from hour to hour You taught me how a man becomes eternal; And how much I am grateful, while I live Behoves that in my language be discerned. What you narrate of my career I write, And keep it to be glossed with other text 90/By a Lady who can do it, if I reach her. This much will I have manifest to you; Provided that my conscience do not chide me, For whatsoever Fortune I am ready. Such handsel is not new unto mine ears; Therefore let Fortune turn her wheel around As it may please her, and the churl his mattock.' My Master thereupon on his right cheek Did backward turn himself, and looked at me; Then said: 'Man, what a downer!' 100/Nor speaking less on that account, I go With Ser Brunetto, and I ask who are His most known and most eminent companions. And he to me: 'To know of some is well; Of others it were laudable to be silent, For short would be the time for so much speech. Know them in sum, that all of them were clerks, And men of letters great and of great fame, In the world tainted with the selfsame sin. Priscian goes yonder with that wretched crowd, 110/And Francis of Accorso; and thou hadst seen there If thou hadst had a hankering for such scurf, That one, who by the Servant of the Servants From Arno was transferred to Bacchiglione, Where he has left his sin-excited nerves. More would I say, but coming and discoursing Can be no longer; for that I behold New smoke uprising yonder from the sand. A people comes with whom I may not be; Commended unto thee be my Tesoro, 120/In which I still live, and no more I ask.' Then he turned round, and seemed to be of those Who at Verona run for the Green Mantle Across the plain; and seemed to be among them The one who wins, and not the one who loses. !CANTO XVI. Now was I where was heard the reverberation Of water falling into the next round, Like to that humming which the beehives make, When shadows three together started forth, Running, from out a company that passed Beneath the rain of the sharp martyrdom. Towards us came they, and each one cried out: 'Stop, thou; for by thy garb to us thou seemest To be some one of our depraved city.' 10/Ah me! what wounds I saw upon their limbs, Recent and ancient by the flames burnt in! It pains me still but to remember it. Unto their cries my Teacher paused attentive; He turned his face towards me, and 'Now wait,' He said; 'We need to be nice to these guys. If it weren't for the fact that we're in Hell Which is inherently a bad place to be I'd say that they're swell dudes really.' As soon as we stood still, they recommenced 20/The old refrain, and when they overtook us, Formed of themselves a wheel, all three of them. As champions stripped and oiled are wont to do, Watching for their advantage and their hold, Before they come to blows and thrusts between them, Thus, wheeling round, did every one his visage Direct to me, so that in opposite wise His neck and feet continual journey made. And, 'If the misery of this soft place Bring in disdain ourselves and our entreaties,' 30/Began one, 'and our aspect black and blistered, Let the renown of us thy mind incline To tell us who thou art, who thus securely Thy living feet dost move along through Hell. He in whose footprints thou dost see me treading, Naked and skinless though he now may go, Was of a greater rank than thou dost think; He was the grandson of the good Gualdrada; His name was Guidoguerra, and in life Much did he with his wisdom and his sword. 40/The other, who close by me treads the sand, Tegghiaio Aldobrandi is, whose fame Above there in the world should welcome be. And I, who with them on the cross am placed, Jacopo Rusticucci was; and truly My savage wife, more than aught else, doth harm me.' Could I have been protected from the fire, Below I should have thrown myself among them, And think the Teacher would have suffered it; But as I should have burned and baked myself, 50/My terror overmastered my good will, Which made me greedy of embracing them. Then I began: 'Sorrow and not disdain Did your condition fix within me so, That tardily it wholly is stripped off, As soon as this my Lord said unto me Words, on account of which I thought within me That people such as you are were approaching. I of your city am; and evermore Your labours and your honourable names 60/I with affection have retraced and heard. I leave the gall, and go for the sweet fruits Promised to me by the veracious Leader; But to the centre first I needs must plunge.' 'So may the soul for a long while conduct Those limbs of thine,' did he make answer then, 'And so may thy renown shine after thee, Valour and courtesy, say if they dwell Within our city, as they used to do, Or if they wholly have gone out of it; 70/For Guglielmo Borsier, who is in torment With us of late, and goes there with his comrades, Doth greatly mortify us with his words.' 'The new inhabitants and the sudden gains, Pride and extravagance have in thee engendered, Florence, so that thou weep'st thereat already!' In this wise I exclaimed with face uplifted; And the three, taking that for my reply, Looked at each other, as one looks at truth. 'If other times so little it doth cost thee,' 80/Replied they all, 'to satisfy another, Happy art thou, thus speaking at thy will! Therefore, if thou escape from these dark places, And come to rebehold the beauteous stars, When it shall pleasure thee to say, 'I was,' See that thou speak of us unto the people.' Then they broke up the wheel, and in their flight It seemed as if their agile legs were wings. Not an Amen could possibly be said So rapidly as they had disappeared; 90/Wherefore the Master deemed best to depart. I followed him, and little had we gone, Before the sound of water was so near us, That speaking we should hardly have been heard. Even as that stream which holdeth its own course The first from Monte Veso tow'rds the East, Upon the left-hand slope of Apennine, Which is above called Acquacheta, ere It down descendeth into its low bed, And at Forli is vacant of that name, 100/Reverberates there above San Benedetto From Alps, by falling at a single leap, Where for a thousand there were room enough; Thus downward from a bank precipitate, We found resounding that dark-tinted water, So that it soon the ear would have offended. I had a cord around about me girt, And therewithal I whilom had designed To take the panther with the painted skin. After I this had all from me unloosed, 110/As my Conductor had commanded me, I reached it to him, gathered up and coiled, Whereat he turned himself to the right side, And at a little distance from the verge, He cast it down into that deep abyss. 'It must needs be some novelty respond,' I said within myself, 'to the new signal The Master with his eye is following so.' Ah me! how very cautious men should be With those who not alone behold the act, 120/But with their wisdom look into the thoughts! He said to me: 'Soon what I'm waiting for Will show up here, and your curiosity Might be satisfied, for a while.' Aye to that truth which has the face of falsehood, A man should close his lips as far as may be, Because without his fault it causes shame; But here I cannot; and, Reader, by the notes Of this my Comedy to thee I swear, So may they not be void of lasting favour, 130/Athwart that dense and darksome atmosphere I saw a figure swimming upward come, Marvellous unto every steadfast heart, Even as he returns who goeth down Sometimes to clear an anchor, which has grappled Reef, or aught else that in the sea is hidden, Who upward stretches, and draws in his feet. !CANTO XVII. 'Look at that super macho monster down there! He shatters mountains and breaks city walls! Check out his power, and be awed!' Thus unto me my Guide began to say, And beckoned him that he should come to shore, Near to the confine of the trodden marble; And that uncleanly image of deceit Came up and thrust ashore its head and bust, But on the border did not drag its tail. 10/The face was as the face of a just man, Its semblance outwardly was so benign, And of a serpent all the trunk beside. Two paws it had, hairy unto the armpits; The back, and breast, and both the sides it had Depicted o'er with nooses and with shields. With colours more, groundwork or broidery Never in cloth did Tartars make nor Turks, Nor were such tissues by Arachne laid. As sometimes wherries lie upon the shore, 20/That part are in the water, part on land; And as among the guzzling Germans there, The beaver plants himself to wage his war; So that vile monster lay upon the border, Which is of stone, and shutteth in the sand. His tail was wholly quivering in the void, Contorting upwards the envenomed fork, That in the guise of scorpion armed its point. The Guide said: 'We should avoid it. Despite my macho strength and nacho power 30/He is one dude that I don't want to fight.' We therefore on the right side descended, And made ten steps upon the outer verge, Completely to avoid the sand and flame; And after we are come to him, I see A little farther off upon the sand A people sitting near the hollow place. Then said to me the Master: 'It'll improve Your experience of Hell immensely, If you go ask them what their deal is. 40/This is not space, but for them, it's the place; While you do that I'm going to sunbathe, In this Sahara that is Macho Madness.' Thus farther still upon the outermost Head of that seventh circle all alone I went, where sat the melancholy folk. Out of their eyes was gushing forth their woe; This way, that way, they helped them with their hands Now from the flames and now from the hot soil. Not otherwise in summer do the dogs, 50/Now with the foot, now with the muzzle, when By fleas, or flies, or gadflies, they are bitten. When I had turned mine eyes upon the faces Of some, on whom the dolorous fire is falling, Not one of them I knew; but I perceived That from the neck of each there hung a pouch, Which certain colour had, and certain blazon; And thereupon it seems their eyes are feeding. And as I gazing round me come among them, Upon a yellow pouch I azure saw 60/That had the face and posture of a lion. Proceeding then the current of my sight, Another of them saw I, red as blood, Display a goose more white than butter is. And one, who with an azure sow and gravid Emblazoned had his little pouch of white, Said unto me: 'What dost thou in this moat? Now get thee gone; and since thou'rt still alive, Know that a neighbour of mine, Vitaliano, Will have his seat here on my left-hand side. 70/A Paduan am I with these Florentines; Full many a time they thunder in mine ears, Exclaiming, 'Come the sovereign cavalier, He who shall bring the satchel with three goats;'' Then twisted he his mouth, and forth he thrust His tongue, like to an ox that licks its nose. And fearing lest my longer stay might vex Him who had warned me not to tarry long, Backward I turned me from those weary souls. I found my Guide, who had already mounted 80/Upon the back of that wild animal, And said to me: 'Now don't be a wuss. It's time to descend some stairs, get hype! You ride up front and me in back, So that you don't get hurt by the tail.' Such as he is who has so near the ague Of quartan that his nails are blue already, And trembles all, but looking at the shade; Even such became I at those proffered words; But shame in me his menaces produced, 90/Which maketh servant strong before good master. I seated me upon those monstrous shoulders; I wished to say, and yet the voice came not As I believed, 'Take heed that thou embrace me.' But he, who other times had rescued me In other peril, soon as I had mounted, Within his arms encircled and sustained me, And said: 'Giddyup hoss! Go forth; It's not every day you carry the Macho Man; Think of the story you can tell your friends.' 100/Even as the little vessel shoves from shore, Backward, still backward, so he thence withdrew; And when he wholly felt himself afloat, There where his breast had been he turned his tail, And that extended like an eel he moved, And with his paws drew to himself the air. A greater fear I do not think there was What time abandoned Phaeton the reins, Whereby the heavens, as still appears, were scorched; Nor when the wretched Icarus his flanks 110/Felt stripped of feathers by the melting wax, His father crying, 'An ill way thou takest!' Than was my own, when I perceived myself On all sides in the air, and saw extinguished The sight of everything but of the monster. Onward he goeth, swimming slowly, slowly; Wheels and descends, but I perceive it only By wind upon my face and from below. I heard already on the right the whirlpool Making a horrible crashing under us; 120/Whence I thrust out my head with eyes cast downward. Then was I still more fearful of the abyss; Because I fires beheld, and heard laments, Whereat I, trembling, all the closer cling. I saw then, for before I had not seen it, The turning and descending, by great horrors That were approaching upon divers sides. As falcon who has long been on the wing, Who, without seeing either lure or bird, Maketh the falconer say, 'Ah me, thou stoopest,' 130/Descendeth weary, whence he started swiftly, Thorough a hundred circles, and alights Far from his master, sullen and disdainful; Even thus did Geryon place us on the bottom, Close to the bases of the rough-hewn rock, And being disencumbered of our persons, He sped away as arrow from the string. !CANTO XVIII. There is a place in Hell called Malebolge, Wholly of stone and of an iron colour, As is the circle that around it turns. Right in the middle of the field malign There yawns a well exceeding wide and deep, Of which its place the structure will recount. Round, then, is that enclosure which remains Between the well and foot of the high, hard bank, And has distinct in valleys ten its bottom. 10/As where for the protection of the walls Many and many moats surround the castles, The part in which they are a figure forms, Just such an image those presented there; And as about such strongholds from their gates Unto the outer bank are little bridges, So from the precipice's base did crags Project, which intersected dikes and moats, Unto the well that truncates and collects them. Within this place, down shaken from the back 20/Of Geryon, we found us; and the Poet Held to the left, and I moved on behind. Upon my right hand I beheld new anguish, New torments, and new wielders of the lash, Wherewith the foremost Bolgia was replete. Down at the bottom were the sinners naked; This side the middle came they facing us, Beyond it, with us, but with greater steps; Even as the Romans, for the mighty host, The year of Jubilee, upon the bridge, 30/Have chosen a mode to pass the people over; For all upon one side towards the Castle Their faces have, and go unto St. Peter's; On the other side they go towards the Mountain. This side and that, along the livid stone Beheld I horned demons with great scourges, Who cruelly were beating them behind. Ah me! how they did make them lift their legs At the first blows! and sooth not any one The second waited for, nor for the third. 40/While I was going on, mine eyes by one Encountered were; and straight I said: 'Already With sight of this one I am not unfed.' Therefore I stayed my feet to make him out, And with me the sweet Guide came to a stand, And to my going somewhat back assented; And he, the scourged one, thought to hide himself, Lowering his face, but little it availed him; For said I: 'Thou that castest down thine eyes, If false are not the features which thou bearest, 50/Thou art Venedico Caccianimico; But what doth bring thee to such pungent sauces?' And he to me: 'Unwillingly I tell it; But forces me thine utterance distinct, Which makes me recollect the ancient world. I was the one who the fair Ghisola Induced to grant the wishes of the Marquis, Howe'er the shameless story may be told. Not the sole Bolognese am I who weeps here; Nay, rather is this place so full of them, 60/That not so many tongues to-day are taught 'Twixt Reno and Savena to say 'sipa;' And if thereof thou wishest pledge or proof, Bring to thy mind our avaricious heart.' While speaking in this manner, with his scourge A demon smote him, and said: 'Get thee gone Pander, there are no women here for coin.' I joined myself again unto mine Escort; Thereafterward with footsteps few we came To where a crag projected from the bank. 70/This very easily did we ascend, And turning to the right along its ridge, From those eternal circles we departed. When we were there, where it is hollowed out Beneath, to give a passage to the scourged, The Guide said: 'Wait and look at them, Those unhip cats who are born evil, Those whom we have not seen as of yet, Because they've been following us.' From the old bridge we looked upon the train 80/Which tow'rds us came upon the other border, And which the scourges in like manner smite. And the good Master, without my inquiring, Said to me: 'Look at the tall one there, Despite his pain he's standing up tall; See how macho he remains in its face! That's Jason, whom you've heard of maybe? He did some pretty despicable stuff. I honestly never read Greek myths So I'm sort of in the dark about this. 90/You'll have to do the reading yourself. Instead, why don't you go bother him? Ask him about his wife and kids, And if he ever was a liar to them. I do know he had a cool boat called the Argo; I heard he went searching for some mutton, But then discovered gold was inedible. Seems like you could learn a lot from him; About how to be a jerk to women and kids You know, if you weren't already.' 100/We were already where the narrow path Crosses athwart the second dike, and forms Of that a buttress for another arch. Thence we heard people, who are making moan In the next Bolgia, snorting with their muzzles, And with their palms beating upon themselves The margins were incrusted with a mould By exhalation from below, that sticks there, And with the eyes and nostrils wages war. The bottom is so deep, no place suffices 110/To give us sight of it, without ascending The arch's back, where most the crag impends. Thither we came, and thence down in the moat I saw a people smothered in a filth That out of human privies seemed to flow; And whilst below there with mine eye I search, I saw one with his head so foul with ordure, It was not clear if he were clerk or layman. He screamed to me: 'Wherefore art thou so eager To look at me more than the other foul ones?' 120/And I to him: 'Because, if I remember, I have already seen thee with dry hair, And thou'rt Alessio Interminei of Lucca; Therefore I eye thee more than all the others.' And he thereon, belabouring his pumpkin: 'The flatteries have submerged me here below, Wherewith my tongue was never surfeited.' Then said to me the Guide: 'See that thou thrust Thy visage somewhat farther in advance, That with thine eyes thou well the face attain 130/Of that uncleanly and dishevelled drab, Who there doth scratch herself with filthy nails, And crouches now, and now on foot is standing. Thais the harlot is it, who replied Unto her paramour, when he said, 'Have I Great gratitude from thee?'--'Nay, marvellous;' And herewith let our sight be satisfied.' !CANTO XIX. O Simon Magus, O forlorn disciples, Ye who the things of God, which ought to be The brides of holiness, rapaciously For silver and for gold do prostitute, Now it behoves for you the trumpet sound, Because in this third Bolgia ye abide. We had already on the following tomb Ascended to that portion of the crag Which o'er the middle of the moat hangs plumb. 10/Wisdom supreme, O how great art thou showest In heaven, in earth, and in the evil world, And with what justice doth thy power distribute! I saw upon the sides and on the bottom The livid stone with perforations filled, All of one size, and every one was round. To me less ample seemed they not, nor greater Than those that in my beautiful Saint John Are fashioned for the place of the baptisers, And one of which, not many years ago, 20/I broke for some one, who was drowning in it; Be this a seal all men to undeceive. Out of the mouth of each one there protruded The feet of a transgressor, and the legs Up to the calf, the rest within remained. In all of them the soles were both on fire; Wherefore the joints so violently quivered, They would have snapped asunder withes and bands. Even as the flame of unctuous things is wont To move upon the outer surface only, 30/So likewise was it there from heel to point. 'Master, who is that one who writhes himself, More than his other comrades quivering,' I said, 'and whom a redder flame is sucking?' And he to me: 'If you follow me a little bit, Down this bank to where that cat is sitting, He will tell you himself his sorry story.' And I: 'What pleases thee, to me is pleasing; Thou art my Lord, and knowest that I depart not From thy desire, and knowest what is not spoken.' 40/Straightway upon the fourth dike we arrived; We turned, and on the left-hand side descended Down to the bottom full of holes and narrow. And the good Master yet from off his haunch Deposed me not, till to the hole he brought me Of him who so lamented with his shanks. 'Whoe'er thou art, that standest upside down, O doleful soul, implanted like a stake,' To say began I, 'if thou canst, speak out.' I stood even as the friar who is confessing 50/The false assassin, who, when he is fixed, Recalls him, so that death may be delayed. And he cried out: 'Dost thou stand there already, Dost thou stand there already, Boniface? By many years the record lied to me. Art thou so early satiate with that wealth, For which thou didst not fear to take by fraud The beautiful Lady, and then work her woe?' Such I became, as people are who stand, Not comprehending what is answered them, 60/As if bemocked, and know not how to answer. Then said Macho Man: 'Quick-like, tell him 'That's not me, I'm a different guy!'' And I replied as was imposed on me. Whereat the spirit writhed with both his feet, Then, sighing, with a voice of lamentation Said to me: 'Then what wantest thou of me? If who I am thou carest so much to know, That thou on that account hast crossed the bank, Know that I vested was with the great mantle; 70/And truly was I son of the She-bear, So eager to advance the cubs, that wealth Above, and here myself, I pocketed. Beneath my head the others are dragged down Who have preceded me in simony, Flattened along the fissure of the rock. Below there I shall likewise fall, whenever That one shall come who I believed thou wast, What time the sudden question I proposed. But longer I my feet already toast, 80/And here have been in this way upside down, Than he will planted stay with reddened feet; For after him shall come of fouler deed From tow'rds the west a Pastor without law, Such as befits to cover him and me. New Jason will he be, of whom we read In Maccabees; and as his king was pliant, So he who governs France shall be to this one.' I do not know if I were here too bold, That him I answered only in this metre: 90/'I pray thee tell me now how great a treasure Our Lord demanded of Saint Peter first, Before he put the keys into his keeping? Truly he nothing asked but 'Follow me.' Nor Peter nor the rest asked of Matthias Silver or gold, when he by lot was chosen Unto the place the guilty soul had lost. Therefore stay here, for thou art justly punished, And keep safe guard o'er the ill-gotten money, Which caused thee to be valiant against Charles. 100/And were it not that still forbids it me The reverence for the keys superlative Thou hadst in keeping in the gladsome life, I would make use of words more grievous still; Because your avarice afflicts the world, Trampling the good and lifting the depraved. The Evangelist you Pastors had in mind, When she who sitteth upon many waters To fornicate with kings by him was seen; The same who with the seven heads was born, 110/And power and strength from the ten horns received, So long as virtue to her spouse was pleasing. Ye have made yourselves a god of gold and silver; And from the idolater how differ ye, Save that he one, and ye a hundred worship? Ah, Constantine! of how much ill was mother, Not thy conversion, but that marriage dower Which the first wealthy Father took from thee!' And while I sang to him such notes as these, Either that anger or that conscience stung him, 120/He struggled violently with both his feet. I think in sooth that it my Leader pleased, With such contented lip he listened ever Unto the sound of the true words expressed. Therefore with both his arms he took me up, And when he had me all upon his breast, Remounted by the way where he descended. Nor did he tire to have me clasped to him; But bore me to the summit of the arch Which from the fourth dike to the fifth is passage. 130/There tenderly he laid his burden down, Tenderly on the crag uneven and steep, That would have been hard passage for the goats: Thence was unveiled to me another valley. !CANTO XX. Of a new pain behoves me to make verses And give material to the twentieth canto Of the first song, which is of the submerged. I was already thoroughly disposed To peer down into the uncovered depth, Which bathed itself with tears of agony; And people saw I through the circular valley, Silent and weeping, coming at the pace Which in this world the Litanies assume. 10/As lower down my sight descended on them, Wondrously each one seemed to be distorted From chin to the beginning of the chest; For tow'rds the reins the countenance was turned, And backward it behoved them to advance, As to look forward had been taken from them. Perchance indeed by violence of palsy Some one has been thus wholly turned awry; But I ne'er saw it, nor believe it can be. As God may let thee, Reader, gather fruit 20/From this thy reading, think now for thyself How I could ever keep my face unmoistened, When our own image near me I beheld Distorted so, the weeping of the eyes Along the fissure bathed the hinder parts. Truly I wept, leaning upon a peak Of the hard crag, so that my Escort said To me: 'What are you crying for? Are you tired?  Is it your bedtime? It's been a big day for you I know. 30/You must be tired and not even know it. Let me tell you a bedtime story then To pass the time while we stride forward; Our macho hair swirling in the breeze. Once upon a time there was a warrior Sarnath was his name, from Monqurt He was a true knight, macho even as me. When he was young he traveled far Seeking the best challengers and champions Besting them all in one-on-one rumbles. 40/Eventually he came to the land of the Church, That great cathedral of Amour Lardo, Where the Cellulite Pope held his court. Sarnath did not know about religion In his land there was no church at all, And of course this world was not our own. This Nacho Man of old was truly wowed, The music of the priests blew him away And the pontiff himself was noble and kind. For a long time he lived at the court 50/Aiding young paladins in their training Serving as armsmaster for the holy army. Until finally he took oaths himself, Not those to be a clergyman, oh no, But to serve as the shield of the church. At this time an evil nation to the north, Wicked and envious of the church's wealth; Invaded and tried to stamp out the faith. It was Sarnath who held the line, Alongside his four most promising pupils, 60/Who ever after bore the title 'Hounds'. Their names are famous today They were Gleeok and Ragnasaurth Ilthor and strongest of all Thorgan. With their master they stemmed the tide, These five alone against a legion of foes Sheer numbers could not overcome their might. Yet as the battle appeared to be won, A single arrow struck Sarnath in the thigh Fast-acting poison turned his blood cold. 70/Gasping for air in his final minutes, Sarnath passed his title on to Thorgan, Appointing him leader of the Church's army. Thus ended the story of the hero Sarnath And where his spirit went I cannot say, In that world things aren't as simple. If you don't understand this story, Don't sweat it, I'm just killing time. It's actually not that great a story. And sorry if my speech has become formal 80/During the telling of this particular tale, I'm just trying to relate it I heard it. Some guy named Pablo told it to me When we were lifting at the gym last week, And I guess it has kind of stuck with me. Anyway, hopefully this happy tale Has gotten you to stop crying, or at least made you fall asleep; Either way it's the same to me, after all, We're going to have to keep going eventually 90/Unlike you I have all the time in the world. Say, have I ever tell you the cheese joke? You know, the one with the goat and the spoon? Where they end up at the sanitation plant? Well it's too long to tell now, There aren't many lines left in this Canto, But remind me in Canto XXXIV, it's great. A real knee-slapper let me tell you, The sort of joke you'll tell your grandkids Years from now as you munch on a Slim Jim. 100/And I: 'My Master, thy discourses are To me so certain, and so take my faith, That unto me the rest would be spent coals. But tell me of the people who are passing, If any one note-worthy thou beholdest, For only unto that my mind reverts.' Then said he to me: 'Normally I'd tell you But I've just spent a lot of time talking And even ghosts get sore throats, you know. I know that here there's like six more stanzas 110/And that if I stuck on-script I'd give them all But honestly I'm just not feeling it right now. So I'm going to take matters into my own hands My MACHO hands; my NACHO hands, as they were. And end this particular canto early. I hope you don't hold it against me, The next one is more interesting anyway So let's just hurry along to it shall we? Thus spake he to me, and we walked the while. !CANTO XXI. From bridge to bridge thus, speaking other things Of which my Comedy cares not to sing, We came along, and held the summit, when We halted to behold another fissure Of Malebolge and other vain laments; And I beheld it marvellously dark. As in the Arsenal of the Venetians Boils in the winter the tenacious pitch To smear their unsound vessels o'er again, 10/For sail they cannot; and instead thereof One makes his vessel new, and one recaulks The ribs of that which many a voyage has made; One hammers at the prow, one at the stern, This one makes oars, and that one cordage twists, Another mends the mainsail and the mizzen; Thus, not by fire, but by the art divine, Was boiling down below there a dense pitch Which upon every side the bank belimed. I saw it, but I did not see within it 20/Aught but the bubbles that the boiling raised, And all swell up and resubside compressed. The while below there fixedly I gazed, My Leader, crying out: 'Watch out!' Drew me unto himself from where I stood. Then I turned round, as one who is impatient To see what it behoves him to escape, And whom a sudden terror doth unman, Who, while he looks, delays not his departure; And I beheld behind us a black devil, 30/Running along upon the crag, approach. Ah, how ferocious was he in his aspect! And how he seemed to me in action ruthless, With open wings and light upon his feet! His shoulders, which sharp-pointed were and high, A sinner did encumber with both haunches, And he held clutched the sinews of the feet. From off our bridge, he said: 'O Malebranche, Behold one of the elders of Saint Zita; Plunge him beneath, for I return for others 40/Unto that town, which is well furnished with them. All there are barrators, except Bonturo; No into Yes for money there is changed.' He hurled him down, and over the hard crag Turned round, and never was a mastiff loosened In so much hurry to pursue a thief. The other sank, and rose again face downward; But the demons, under cover of the bridge, Cried: 'Here the Santo Volto has no place! Here swims one otherwise than in the Serchio; 50/Therefore, if for our gaffs thou wishest not, Do not uplift thyself above the pitch.' They seized him then with more than a hundred rakes; They said: 'It here behoves thee to dance covered, That, if thou canst, thou secretly mayest pilfer.' Not otherwise the cooks their scullions make Immerse into the middle of the caldron The meat with hooks, so that it may not float. Said the good Master to me: 'You gotta hide, So duck down behind this rock face 60/And they will not be able to see you; Don't worry about what happesn to me, None may withstand the Macho Man unleashed, I've handled these demons many times.' Then he passed on beyond the bridge's head, And as upon the sixth bank he arrived, Need was for him to have a steadfast front. With the same fury, and the same uproar, As dogs leap out upon a mendicant, Who on a sudden begs, where'er he stops, 70/They issued from beneath the little bridge, And turned against him all their grappling-irons; But he cried out: 'Step back idiots! Do you remember what happened last time, When I was strolling through on vacation, And you tried to grab me and paid the price?' They all cried out: 'Let Malacoda go;' Whereat one started, and the rest stood still, And he came to him, saying: 'What avails it?' 'How now, Malacoda? Up for another round? 80/I hope your tail is healed.' my Master said, 'There's a reason your name is evil tail, But what evil can you do if it breaks again? Why not let me pass, and spare your body Unless you're crusing for a bruising.' Then was his arrogance so humbled in him, That he let fall his grapnel at his feet, And to the others said: 'Now strike him not.' And unto me my Guide: 'O thou, who sittest Among the splinters of the bridge crouched down, 90/Securely now return to me again.' Wherefore I started and came swiftly to him; And all the devils forward thrust themselves, So that I feared they would not keep their compact. And thus beheld I once afraid the soldiers Who issued under safeguard from Caprona, Seeing themselves among so many foes. Close did I press myself with all my person Beside my Leader, and turned not mine eyes From off their countenance, which was not good. 100/They lowered their rakes, and 'Wilt thou have me hit him,' They said to one another, 'on the rump?' And answered: 'Yes; see that thou nick him with it.' But the same demon who was holding parley With my Conductor turned him very quickly, And said: 'Be quiet, be quiet, Scarmiglione;' Then said to us: 'You can no farther go Forward upon this crag, because is lying All shattered, at the bottom, the sixth arch. And if it still doth please you to go onward, 110/Pursue your way along upon this rock; Near is another crag that yields a path. Yesterday, five hours later than this hour, One thousand and two hundred sixty-six Years were complete, that here the way was broken. I send in that direction some of mine To see if any one doth air himself; Go ye with them; for they will not be vicious. Step forward, Alichino and Calcabrina,' Began he to cry out, 'and thou, Cagnazzo; 120/And Barbariccia, do thou guide the ten. Come forward, Libicocco and Draghignazzo, And tusked Ciriatto and Graffiacane, And Farfarello and mad Rubicante; Search ye all round about the boiling pitch; Let these be safe as far as the next crag, That all unbroken passes o'er the dens.' 'O me! what is it, Master, that I see? Pray let us go,' I said, 'without an escort, If thou knowest how, since for myself I ask none. 130/If thou art as observant as thy wont is, Dost thou not see that they do gnash their teeth, And with their brows are threatening woe to us?' And he to me: 'There's no need to fear now; They just want to regain their lost pride, Gnashing their teeth to shore up their image.' Along the left-hand dike they wheeled about; But first had each one thrust his tongue between His teeth towards their leader for a signal; And he had made a trumpet of his rump. !CANTO XXII. I have erewhile seen horsemen moving camp, Begin the storming, and their muster make, And sometimes starting off for their escape; Vaunt-couriers have I seen upon your land, O Aretines, and foragers go forth, Tournaments stricken, and the joustings run, Sometimes with trumpets and sometimes with bells, With kettle-drums, and signals of the castles, And with our own, and with outlandish things, 10/But never yet with bagpipe so uncouth Did I see horsemen move, nor infantry, Nor ship by any sign of land or star. We went upon our way with the ten demons; Ah, savage company! but in the church With saints, and in the tavern with the gluttons! Ever upon the pitch was my intent, To see the whole condition of that Bolgia, And of the people who therein were burned. Even as the dolphins, when they make a sign 20/To mariners by arching of the back, That they should counsel take to save their vessel, Thus sometimes, to alleviate his pain, One of the sinners would display his back, And in less time conceal it than it lightens. As on the brink of water in a ditch The frogs stand only with their muzzles out, So that they hide their feet and other bulk, So upon every side the sinners stood; But ever as Barbariccia near them came, 30/Thus underneath the boiling they withdrew. I saw, and still my heart doth shudder at it, One waiting thus, even as it comes to pass One frog remains, and down another dives; And Graffiacan, who most confronted him, Grappled him by his tresses smeared with pitch, And drew him up, so that he seemed an otter. I knew, before, the names of all of them, So had I noted them when they were chosen, And when they called each other, listened how. 40/'O Rubicante, see that thou do lay Thy claws upon him, so that thou mayst flay him,' Cried all together the accursed ones. And I: 'My Master, see to it, if thou canst, That thou mayst know who is the luckless wight, Thus come into his adversaries' hands.' Near to the side of him my Leader drew, Asked of him whence he was; and he replied: 'I in the kingdom of Navarre was born; My mother placed me servant to a lord, 50/For she had borne me to a ribald knave, Destroyer of himself and of his things. Then I domestic was of good King Thibault; I set me there to practise barratry, For which I pay the reckoning in this heat.' And Ciriatto, from whose mouth projected, On either side, a tusk, as in a boar, Caused him to feel how one of them could rip. Among malicious cats the mouse had come; But Barbariccia clasped him in his arms, 60/And said: 'Stand ye aside, while I enfork him.' And to my Master he turned round his head; 'Ask him again,' he said, 'and just maybe You've noticed I always tell you that.' The Guide: 'Now tell us of the others here; Are there any who are worthing hearing about? Best gnarly story?'  And he: 'I separated Lately from one who was a neighbour to it; Would that I still were covered up with him, For I should fear not either claw nor hook!' 70/And Libicocco: 'We have borne too much;' And with his grapnel seized him by the arm, So that, by rending, he tore off a tendon. Eke Draghignazzo wished to pounce upon him Down at the legs; whence their Decurion Turned round and round about with evil look. When they again somewhat were pacified, Of him, who still was looking at his wound, Demanded my Conductor without stay: 'Wow who was that guy?  I don't know him. 80/Also you might want to get that looked at.' And he replied: 'It was the Friar Gomita, He of Gallura, vessel of all fraud, Who had the enemies of his Lord in hand, And dealt so with them each exults thereat; Money he took, and let them smoothly off, As he says; and in other offices A barrator was he, not mean but sovereign. Foregathers with him one Don Michael Zanche Of Logodoro; and of Sardinia 90/To gossip never do their tongues feel tired. O me! see that one, how he grinds his teeth; Still farther would I speak, but am afraid Lest he to scratch my itch be making ready.' And the grand Provost, turned to Farfarello, Who rolled his eyes about as if to strike, Said: 'Stand aside there, thou malicious bird.' 'If you desire either to see or hear,' The terror-stricken recommenced thereon, 'Tuscans or Lombards, I will make them come. 100/But let the Malebranche cease a little, So that these may not their revenges fear, And I, down sitting in this very place, For one that I am will make seven come, When I shall whistle, as our custom is To do whenever one of us comes out.' Cagnazzo at these words his muzzle lifted, Shaking his head, and said: 'Just hear the trick Which he has thought of, down to throw himself!' Whence he, who snares in great abundance had, 110/Responded: 'I by far too cunning am, When I procure for mine a greater sadness.' Alichin held not in, but running counter Unto the rest, said to him: 'If thou dive, I will not follow thee upon the gallop, But I will beat my wings above the pitch; The height be left, and be the bank a shield To see if thou alone dost countervail us.' O thou who readest, thou shalt hear new sport! Each to the other side his eyes averted; 120/He first, who most reluctant was to do it. The Navarrese selected well his time; Planted his feet on land, and in a moment Leaped, and released himself from their design. Whereat each one was suddenly stung with shame, But he most who was cause of the defeat; Therefore he moved, and cried: 'Thou art o'ertakern.' But little it availed, for wings could not Outstrip the fear; the other one went under, And, flying, upward he his breast directed; 130/Not otherwise the duck upon a sudden Dives under, when the falcon is approaching, And upward he returneth cross and weary. Infuriate at the mockery, Calcabrina Flying behind him followed close, desirous The other should escape, to have a quarrel. And when the barrator had disappeared, He turned his talons upon his companion, And grappled with him right above the moat. But sooth the other was a doughty sparhawk 140/To clapperclaw him well; and both of them Fell in the middle of the boiling pond. A sudden intercessor was the heat; But ne'ertheless of rising there was naught, To such degree they had their wings belimed. Lamenting with the others, Barbariccia Made four of them fly to the other side With all their gaffs, and very speedily This side and that they to their posts descended; They stretched their hooks towards the pitch-ensnared, 150/Who were already baked within the crust, And in this manner busied did we leave them. !CANTO XXIII. Silent, alone, and without company We went, the one in front, the other after, As go the Minor Friars along their way. Upon the fable of Aesop was directed My thought, by reason of the present quarrel, Where he has spoken of the frog and mouse; For 'mo' and 'issa' are not more alike Than this one is to that, if well we couple End and beginning with a steadfast mind. 10/And even as one thought from another springs, So afterward from that was born another, Which the first fear within me double made. Thus did I ponder: 'These on our account Are laughed to scorn, with injury and scoff So great, that much I think it must annoy them. If anger be engrafted on ill-will, They will come after us more merciless Than dog upon the leveret which he seizes,' I felt my hair stand all on end already 20/With terror, and stood backwardly intent, When said I: 'Master, if thou hidest not Thyself and me forthwith, of Malebranche I am in dread; we have them now behind us; I so imagine them, I already feel them.' And he: 'Sometimes when I hear you speak, I have no idea what you're saying at all And so I imagine it's a hilarious joke. Now, for example, you just said gibberish, Which I interpreted as a very funny bit 30/About a rooster and a tractor-trailer. Let's take this downward slope here Step lively, macho men don't lose balance, Nothing shall catch us on this path.' Not yet he finished rendering such opinion, When I beheld them come with outstretched wings, Not far remote, with will to seize upon us. My Leader on a sudden seized me up, Even as a mother who by noise is wakened, And close beside her sees the enkindled flames, 40/Who takes her son, and flies, and does not stop, Having more care of him than of herself, So that she clothes her only with a shift; And downward from the top of the hard bank Supine he gave him to the pendent rock, That one side of the other Bolgia walls. Ne'er ran so swiftly water through a sluice To turn the wheel of any land-built mill, When nearest to the paddles it approaches, As did my Master down along that border, 50/Bearing me with him on his breast away, As his own son, and not as a companion. Hardly the bed of the ravine below His feet had reached, ere they had reached the hill Right over us; but he was not afraid; For the high Providence, which had ordained To place them ministers of the fifth moat, The power of thence departing took from all. A painted people there below we found, Who went about with footsteps very slow, 60/Weeping and in their semblance tired and vanquished. They had on mantles with the hoods low down Before their eyes, and fashioned of the cut That in Cologne they for the monks are made. Without, they gilded are so that it dazzles; But inwardly all leaden and so heavy That Frederick used to put them on of straw. O everlastingly fatiguing mantle! Again we turned us, still to the left hand Along with them, intent on their sad plaint; 70/But owing to the weight, that weary folk Came on so tardily, that we were new In company at each motion of the haunch. Whence I unto my Leader: 'See thou find Some one who may by deed or name be known, And thus in going move thine eye about.' And one, who understood the Tuscan speech, Cried to us from behind: 'Stay ye your feet, Ye, who so run athwart the dusky air! Perhaps thou'lt have from me what thou demandest.' 80/Whereat the Leader turned him, and said: 'Wait, And walk towards this weird duck slowly.' I stopped, and two beheld I show great haste Of spirit, in their faces, to be with me; But the burden and the narrow way delayed them. When they came up, long with an eye askance They scanned me without uttering a word. Then to each other turned, and said together: 'He by the action of his throat seems living; And if they dead are, by what privilege 90/Go they uncovered by the heavy stole?' Then said to me: 'Tuscan, who to the college Of miserable hypocrites art come, Do not disdain to tell us who thou art.' And I to them: 'Born was I, and grew up In the great town on the fair river of Arno, And with the body am I've always had. But who are ye, in whom there trickles down Along your cheeks such grief as I behold? And what pain is upon you, that so sparkles?' 100/And one replied to me: 'These orange cloaks Are made of lead so heavy, that the weights Cause in this way their balances to creak. Frati Gaudenti were we, and Bolognese; I Catalano, and he Loderingo Named, and together taken by thy city, As the wont is to take one man alone, For maintenance of its peace; and we were such That still it is apparent round Gardingo.' 'O Friars,' began I, 'your iniquitous. . .' 110/But said no more; for to mine eyes there rushed One crucified with three stakes on the ground. When me he saw, he writhed himself all over, Blowing into his beard with suspirations; And the Friar Catalan, who noticed this, Said to me: 'This transfixed one, whom thou seest, Counselled the Pharisees that it was meet To put one man to torture for the people. Crosswise and naked is he on the path, As thou perceivest; and he needs must feel, 120/Whoever passes, first how much he weighs; And in like mode his father-in-law is punished Within this moat, and the others of the council, Which for the Jews was a malignant seed.' And thereupon I saw the Macho Man marvel O'er him who was extended on the cross So vilely in eternal banishment. Then he directed to the Friar this voice: 'We're not lost, but if we were, Would you tell us if we were going wrong? 130/We're heading down this slope and it seems good, And the nacho man needs no directions, No map, but still, you'd let us know, right?' Then he made answer: 'Nearer than thou hopest There is a rock, that forth from the great circle Proceeds, and crosses all the cruel valleys, Save that at this 'tis broken, and does not bridge it; You will be able to mount up the ruin, That sidelong slopes and at the bottom rises.' The Leader stood awhile with head held high; 140/Then said: 'That guy's breath is the worst I think he ate too many salt and vinegar chips.' And the Friar: 'Many of the Devil's vices Once heard I at Bologna, and among them, That he's a liar and the father of lies.' Thereat my Leader with great strides went on, Somewhat disturbed with anger in his looks; Whence from the heavy-laden I departed After the prints of his beloved feet. !CANTO XXIV. In that part of the youthful year wherein The Sun his locks beneath Aquarius tempers, And now the nights draw near to half the day, What time the hoar-frost copies on the ground The outward semblance of her sister white, But little lasts the temper of her pen, The husbandman, whose forage faileth him, Rises, and looks, and seeth the champaign All gleaming white, whereat he beats his flank, 10/Returns in doors, and up and down laments, Like a poor wretch, who knows not what to do; Then he returns and hope revives again, Seeing the world has changed its countenance In little time, and takes his shepherd's crook, And forth the little lambs to pasture drives. Thus did the Master fill me with alarm, When I beheld his forehead so disturbed, And to the ailment came as soon the plaster. For as we came unto the ruined bridge, 20/The Leader turned to me with that sweet look Which at the mountain's foot I first beheld. His arms he opened, after some advisement Within himself elected, looking first Well at the ruin, and laid hold of me. And even as he who acts and meditates, For aye it seems that he provides beforehand, So upward lifting me towards the summit Of a huge rock, he scanned another crag, Saying: 'We've got to climb up there, 30/You first, see if it can hold our weight.' This was no way for one clothed with a cloak; For hardly we, he light, and I pushed upward, Were able to ascend from jag to jag. And had it not been, that upon that precinct Shorter was the ascent than on the other, He I know not, but I had been dead beat. But because Malebolge tow'rds the mouth Of the profoundest well is all inclining, The structure of each valley doth import 40/That one bank rises and the other sinks. Still we arrived at length upon the point Wherefrom the last stone breaks itself asunder. The breath was from my lungs so milked away, When I was up, that I could go no farther, Nay, I sat down upon my first arrival. 'Don't you fade on me now, pretty boy.' My Master said; 'Don't you know that Rest and relaxation makes you soft? As the kids say today, do you even lift? 50/You need to pump iron and run miles, Build your body up to a MACHO state. So get up off of the ground, slacker! Raise your spirits, act tough! Don't be a spineless slug, man! You're going to have to climb more stairs; This is just the beginning, let me tell you; If you hear me, then you'll prepare yourself.' Then I uprose, showing myself provided Better with breath than I did feel myself, 60/And said: 'Go on, for I am strong and bold.' Upward we took our way along the crag, Which jagged was, and narrow, and difficult, And more precipitous far than that before. Speaking I went, not to appear exhausted; Whereat a voice from the next moat came forth, Not well adapted to articulate words. I know not what it said, though o'er the back I now was of the arch that passes there; But he seemed moved to anger who was speaking. 70/I was bent downward, but my living eyes Could not attain the bottom, for the dark; Wherefore I: 'Master, see that thou arrive At the next round, and let us descend the wall; For as from hence I hear and understand not, So I look down and nothing I distinguish.' 'Don't talk,' he said, 'for a while, Seriously.  You fill the air with nose And not the type of madness that I love.' We from the bridge descended at its head, 80/Where it connects itself with the eighth bank, And then was manifest to me the Bolgia; And I beheld therein a terrible throng Of serpents, and of such a monstrous kind, That the remembrance still congeals my blood Let Libya boast no longer with her sand; For if Chelydri, Jaculi, and Phareae She breeds, with Cenchri and with Amphisbaena, Neither so many plagues nor so malignant E'er showed she with all Ethiopia, 90/Nor with whatever on the Red Sea is! Among this cruel and most dismal throng People were running naked and affrighted. Without the hope of hole or heliotrope. They had their hands with serpents bound behind them; These riveted upon their reins the tail And head, and were in front of them entwined. And lo! at one who was upon our side There darted forth a serpent, which transfixed him There where the neck is knotted to the shoulders. 100/Nor 'O' so quickly e'er, nor 'I' was written, As he took fire, and burned; and ashes wholly Behoved it that in falling he became. And when he on the ground was thus destroyed, The ashes drew together, and of themselves Into himself they instantly returned. Even thus by the great sages 'tis confessed The phoenix dies, and then is born again, When it approaches its five-hundredth year; On herb or grain it feeds not in its life, 110/But only on tears of incense and amomum, And nard and myrrh are its last winding-sheet. And as he is who falls, and knows not how, By force of demons who to earth down drag him, Or other oppilation that binds man, When he arises and around him looks, Wholly bewildered by the mighty anguish Which he has suffered, and in looking sighs; Such was that sinner after he had risen. Justice of God! O how severe it is, 120/That blows like these in vengeance poureth down! The Guide thereafter asked him who he was; Whence he replied: 'I rained from Tuscany A short time since into this cruel gorge. A bestial life, and not a human, pleased me, Even as the mule I was; I'm Vanni Fucci, Beast, and Pistoia was my worthy den.' And I unto the Guide: 'Tell him to stir not, And ask what crime has thrust him here below, For once a man of blood and wrath I saw him.' 130/And the sinner, who had heard, dissembled not, But unto me directed mind and face, And with a melancholy shame was painted. Then said: 'It pains me more that thou hast caught me Amid this misery where thou seest me, Than when I from the other life was taken. What thou demandest I cannot deny; So low am I put down because I robbed The sacristy of the fair ornaments, And falsely once 'twas laid upon another; 140/But that thou mayst not such a sight enjoy, If thou shalt e'er be out of the dark places, Thine ears to my announcement ope and hear: Pistoia first of Neri groweth meagre; Then Florence doth renew her men and manners; Mars draws a vapour up from Val di Magra, Which is with turbid clouds enveloped round, And with impetuous and bitter tempest Over Campo Picen shall be the battle; When it shall suddenly rend the mist asunder, 150/So that each Bianco shall thereby be smitten. And this I've said that it may give thee pain.' !CANTO XXV. At the conclusion of his words, the thief Lifted his hands aloft with both the figs, Crying: 'Take that, God, for at thee I aim them.' From that time forth the serpents were my friends; For one entwined itself about his neck As if it said: 'I will not thou speak more;' And round his arms another, and rebound him, Clinching itself together so in front, That with them he could not a motion make. 10/Pistoia, ah, Pistoia! why resolve not To burn thyself to ashes and so perish, Since in ill-doing thou thy seed excellest? Through all the sombre circles of this Hell, Spirit I saw not against God so proud, Not he who fell at Thebes down from the walls! He fled away, and spake no further word; And I beheld a Centaur full of rage Come crying out: 'Where is, where is the scoffer?' I do not think Maremma has so many 20/Serpents as he had all along his back, As far as where our countenance begins. Upon the shoulders, just behind the nape, With wings wide open was a dragon lying, And he sets fire to all that he encounters. My Master said: 'That guy is Cacus. It's said that when he was alive He created a lake of blood. METAL! He and his brothers are all here together Because they were thieves and brigands, 30/They stole some cows or sheep or something; They messed with the wrong guy it seems, Hercules beat them to death with a mace, It was pretty gnarly if I may say so.' While he was speaking thus, he had passed by, And spirits three had underneath us come, Of which nor I aware was, nor my Leader, Until what time they shouted: 'Who are you?' On which account our story made a halt, And then we were intent on them alone. 40/I did not know them; but it came to pass, As it is wont to happen by some chance, That one to name the other was compelled, Exclaiming: 'Where can Cianfa have remained?' Whence I, so that the Leader might attend, Upward from chin to nose my finger laid. If thou art, Reader, slow now to believe What I shall say, it will no marvel be, For I who saw it hardly can admit it. As I was holding raised on them my brows, 50/Behold! a serpent with six feet darts forth In front of one, and fastens wholly on him. With middle feet it bound him round the paunch, And with the forward ones his arms it seized; Then thrust its teeth through one cheek and the other; The hindermost it stretched upon his thighs, And put its tail through in between the two, And up behind along the reins outspread it. Ivy was never fastened by its barbs Unto a tree so, as this horrible reptile 60/Upon the other's limbs entwined its own. Then they stuck close, as if of heated wax They had been made, and intermixed their colour; Nor one nor other seemed now what he was; E'en as proceedeth on before the flame Upward along the paper a brown colour, Which is not black as yet, and the white dies. The other two looked on, and each of them Cried out: 'O me, Agnello, how thou changest! Behold, thou now art neither two nor one.' 70/Already the two heads had one become, When there appeared to us two figures mingled Into one face, wherein the two were lost. Of the four lists were fashioned the two arms, The thighs and legs, the belly and the chest Members became that never yet were seen. Every original aspect there was cancelled; Two and yet none did the perverted image Appear, and such departed with slow pace. Even as a lizard, under the great scourge 80/Of days canicular, exchanging hedge, Lightning appeareth if the road it cross; Thus did appear, coming towards the bellies Of the two others, a small fiery serpent, Livid and black as is a peppercorn. And in that part whereat is first received Our aliment, it one of them transfixed; Then downward fell in front of him extended. The one transfixed looked at it, but said naught; Nay, rather with feet motionless he yawned, 90/Just as if sleep or fever had assailed him. He at the serpent gazed, and it at him; One through the wound, the other through the mouth Smoked violently, and the smoke commingled. Henceforth be silent Lucan, where he mentions Wretched Sabellus and Nassidius, And wait to hear what now shall be shot forth. Be silent Ovid, of Cadmus and Arethusa; For if him to a snake, her to fountain, Converts he fabling, that I grudge him not; 100/Because two natures never front to front Has he transmuted, so that both the forms To interchange their matter ready were. Together they responded in such wise, That to a fork the serpent cleft his tail, And eke the wounded drew his feet together. The legs together with the thighs themselves Adhered so, that in little time the juncture No sign whatever made that was apparent. He with the cloven tail assumed the figure 110/The other one was losing, and his skin Became elastic, and the other's hard. I saw the arms draw inward at the armpits, And both feet of the reptile, that were short, Lengthen as much as those contracted were. Thereafter the hind feet, together twisted, Became the member that a man conceals, And of his own the wretch had two created. While both of them the exhalation veils With a new colour, and engenders hair 120/On one of them and depilates the other, The one uprose and down the other fell, Though turning not away their impious lamps, Underneath which each one his muzzle changed. He who was standing drew it tow'rds the temples, And from excess of matter, which came thither, Issued the ears from out the hollow cheeks; What did not backward run and was retained Of that excess made to the face a nose, And the lips thickened far as was befitting. 130/He who lay prostrate thrusts his muzzle forward, And backward draws the ears into his head, In the same manner as the snail its horns; And so the tongue, which was entire and apt For speech before, is cleft, and the bi-forked In the other closes up, and the smoke ceases. The soul, which to a reptile had been changed, Along the valley hissing takes to flight, And after him the other speaking sputters. Then did he turn upon him his new shoulders, 140/And said to the other: 'I'll have Buoso run, Crawling as I have done, along this road.' In this way I beheld the seventh ballast Shift and reshift, and here be my excuse The novelty, if aught my pen transgress. And notwithstanding that mine eyes might be Somewhat bewildered, and my mind dismayed, They could not flee away so secretly But that I plainly saw Puccio Sciancato; And he it was who sole of three companions, 150/Which came in the beginning, was not changed; The other was he whom thou, Gaville, weepest. !CANTO XXVI. Rejoice, O Florence, since thou art so great, That over sea and land thou beatest thy wings, And throughout Hell thy name is spread abroad! Among the thieves five citizens of thine Like these I found, whence shame comes unto me, And thou thereby to no great honour risest. But if when morn is near our dreams are true, Feel shalt thou in a little time from now What Prato, if none other, craves for thee. 10/And if it now were, it were not too soon; Would that it were, seeing it needs must be, For 'twill aggrieve me more the more I age. We went our way, and up along the stairs The bourns had made us to descend before, Remounted my Conductor and drew me. And following the solitary path Among the rocks and ridges of the crag, The foot without the hand sped not at all. Then sorrowed I, and sorrow now again, 20/When I direct my mind to what I saw, And more my genius curb than I am wont, That it may run not unless virtue guide it; So that if some good star, or better thing, Have given me good, I may myself not grudge it. As many as the hind (who on the hill Rests at the time when he who lights the world His countenance keeps least concealed from us, While as the fly gives place unto the gnat) Seeth the glow-worms down along the valley, 30/Perchance there where he ploughs and makes his vintage; With flames as manifold resplendent all Was the eighth Bolgia, as I grew aware As soon as I was where the depth appeared. And such as he who with the bears avenged him Beheld Elijah's chariot at departing, What time the steeds to heaven erect uprose, For with his eye he could not follow it So as to see aught else than flame alone, Even as a little cloud ascending upward, 40/Thus each along the gorge of the intrenchment Was moving; for not one reveals the theft, And every flame a sinner steals away. I stood upon the bridge uprisen to see, So that, if I had seized not on a rock, Down had I fallen without being pushed. And the Leader, who beheld me so attent, Exclaimed: 'They're all in the fire there; They bathe in the fire even though it burns.' 'My Master,' I replied, 'by hearing thee 50/I am more sure; but I surmised already It might be so, and already wished to ask thee Who is within that fire, which comes so cleft At top, it seems uprising from the pyre Where was Eteocles with his brother placed.' He answered me: 'Some pretty famous guys: Ulysses and Diomed, the Greek heroes You probably read about them in high school. It turns out that making the Trojan Horse Was weirdly interpreted as a sort of lie 60/And so they get to burn in Hell. Oops. I suspect this plot point has to do With the fact that Dante was Italian, So he felt bad about Troy getting sacked.' 'If they within those sparks possess the power To speak,' I said, 'thee, Master, much I pray, And re-pray, that the prayer be worth a thousand, That thou make no denial of awaiting Until the horned flame shall hither come; Thou seest that with desire I lean towards it.' 70/And he to me: 'Hey, now you're getting it, Good on you kid, that's the spirit now; But hold your tongue for one macho minute. Let me talk for a bit, because I think I know What you want to hear about, and why that is. I've been around long enough to guess.' When now the flame had come unto that point, Where to my Leader it seemed time and place, After this fashion did I hear him speak: 'Wubba wubba, magical fire!  Tell me! 80/I, the Macho Man, demand of you! Reveal your secrets!  Tell us stories! Wumbo wumbo, magical fire!  Tell me! If you don't help me out right now I will dump water on you! Beware!' Then of the antique flame the greater horn, Murmuring, began to wave itself about Even as a flame doth which the wind fatigues. Thereafterward, the summit to and fro Moving as if it were the tongue that spake, 90/It uttered forth a voice, and said: 'When I From Circe had departed, who concealed me More than a year there near unto Gaeta, Or ever yet Aeneas named it so, Nor fondness for my son, nor reverence For my old father, nor the due affection Which joyous should have made Penelope, Could overcome within me the desire I had to be experienced of the world, And of the vice and virtue of mankind; 100/But I put forth on the high open sea With one sole ship, and that small company By which I never had deserted been. Both of the shores I saw as far as Spain, Far as Morocco, and the isle of Sardes, And the others which that sea bathes round about. I and my company were old and slow When at that narrow passage we arrived Where Hercules his landmarks set as signals, That man no farther onward should adventure. 110/On the right hand behind me left I Seville, And on the other already had left Ceuta. 'O brothers, who amid a hundred thousand Perils,' I said, 'have come unto the West, To this so inconsiderable vigil Which is remaining of your senses still Be ye unwilling to deny the knowledge, Following the sun, of the unpeopled world. Consider ye the seed from which ye sprang; Ye were not made to live like unto brutes, 120/But for pursuit of virtue and of knowledge.' So eager did I render my companions, With this brief exhortation, for the voyage, That then I hardly could have held them back. And having turned our stern unto the morning, We of the oars made wings for our mad flight, Evermore gaining on the larboard side. Already all the stars of the other pole The night beheld, and ours so very low It did not rise above the ocean floor. 130/Five times rekindled and as many quenched Had been the splendour underneath the moon, Since we had entered into the deep pass, When there appeared to us a mountain, dim From distance, and it seemed to me so high As I had never any one beheld. Joyful were we, and soon it turned to weeping; For out of the new land a whirlwind rose, And smote upon the fore part of the ship. Three times it made her whirl with all the waters, 140/At the fourth time it made the stern uplift, And the prow downward go, as pleased Another, Until the sea above us closed again.' !CANTO XXVII. Already was the flame erect and quiet, To speak no more, and now departed from us With the permission of the gentle Poet; When yet another, which behind it came, Caused us to turn our eyes upon its top By a confused sound that issued from it. As the Sicilian bull (that bellowed first With the lament of him, and that was right, Who with his file had modulated it) 10/Bellowed so with the voice of the afflicted, That, notwithstanding it was made of brass, Still it appeared with agony transfixed; Thus, by not having any way or issue At first from out the fire, to its own language Converted were the melancholy words. But afterwards, when they had gathered way Up through the point, giving it that vibration The tongue had given them in their passage out, We heard it said: 'O thou, at whom I aim 20/My voice, and who but now wast speaking Lombard, Saying, 'Now go thy way, no more I urge thee,' Because I come perchance a little late, To stay and speak with me let it not irk thee; Thou seest it irks not me, and I am burning. If thou but lately into this blind world Hast fallen down from that sweet Latian land, Wherefrom I bring the whole of my transgression, Say, if the Romagnuols have peace or war, For I was from the mountains there between 30/Urbino and the yoke whence Tiber bursts.' I still was downward bent and listening, When my Conductor touched me on the side, Saying: 'This one is Italian like you.' And I, who had beforehand my reply In readiness, forthwith began to speak: 'O soul, that down below there art concealed, Romagna thine is not and never has been Without war in the bosom of its tyrants; But open war I none have left there now. 40/Ravenna stands as it long years has stood; The Eagle of Polenta there is brooding, So that she covers Cervia with her vans. The city which once made the long resistance, And of the French a sanguinary heap, Beneath the Green Paws finds itself again; Verrucchio's ancient Mastiff and the new, Who made such bad disposal of Montagna, Where they are wont make wimbles of their teeth. The cities of Lamone and Santerno 50/Governs the Lioncel of the white lair, Who changes sides 'twixt summer-time and winter; And that of which the Savio bathes the flank, Even as it lies between the plain and mountain, Lives between tyranny and a free state. Now I entreat thee tell us who thou art; Be not more stubborn than the rest have been, So may thy name hold front there in the world.' After the fire a little more had roared In its own fashion, the sharp point it moved 60/This way and that, and then gave forth such breath: 'If I believed that my reply were made To one who to the world would e'er return, This flame without more flickering would stand still; But inasmuch as never from this depth Did any one return, if I hear true, Without the fear of infamy I answer, I was a man of arms, then Cordelier, Believing thus begirt to make amends; And truly my belief had been fulfilled 70/But for the High Priest, whom may ill betide, Who put me back into my former sins; And how and wherefore I will have thee hear. While I was still the form of bone and pulp My mother gave to me, the deeds I did Were not those of a lion, but a fox. The machinations and the covert ways I knew them all, and practised so their craft, That to the ends of earth the sound went forth. When now unto that portion of mine age 80/I saw myself arrived, when each one ought To lower the sails, and coil away the ropes, That which before had pleased me then displeased me; And penitent and confessing I surrendered, Ah woe is me! and it would have bestead me; The Leader of the modern Pharisees Having a war near unto Lateran, And not with Saracens nor with the Jews, For each one of his enemies was Christian, And none of them had been to conquer Acre, 90/Nor merchandising in the Sultan's land, Nor the high office, nor the sacred orders, In him regarded, nor in me that cord Which used to make those girt with it more meagre; But even as Constantine sought out Sylvester To cure his leprosy, within Soracte, So this one sought me out as an adept To cure him of the fever of his pride. Counsel he asked of me, and I was silent, Because his words appeared inebriate. 100/And then he said: 'Be not thy heart afraid; Henceforth I thee absolve; and thou instruct me How to raze Palestrina to the ground. Heaven have I power to lock and to unlock, As thou dost know; therefore the keys are two, The which my predecessor held not dear.' Then urged me on his weighty arguments There, where my silence was the worst advice; And said I: 'Father, since thou washest me Of that sin into which I now must fall, 110/The promise long with the fulfilment short Will make thee triumph in thy lofty seat.' Francis came afterward, when I was dead, For me; but one of the black Cherubim Said to him: 'Take him not; do me no wrong; He must come down among my servitors, Because he gave the fraudulent advice From which time forth I have been at his hair; For who repents not cannot be absolved, Nor can one both repent and will at once, 120/Because of the contradiction which consents not.' O miserable me! how I did shudder When he seized on me, saying: 'Peradventure Thou didst not think that I was a logician!' He bore me unto Minos, who entwined Eight times his tail about his stubborn back, And after he had bitten it in great rage, Said: 'Of the thievish fire a culprit this;' Wherefore, here where thou seest, am I lost, And vested thus in going I bemoan me.' 130/When it had thus completed its recital, The flame departed uttering lamentations, Writhing and flapping its sharp-pointed horn. Onward we passed, both I and my Conductor, Up o'er the crag above another arch, Which the moat covers, where is paid the fee By those who, sowing discord, win their burden. !CANTO XXVIII. Who ever could, e'en with untrammelled words, Tell of the blood and of the wounds in full Which now I saw, by many times narrating? Each tongue would for a certainty fall short By reason of our speech and memory, That have small room to comprehend so much. If were again assembled all the people Which formerly upon the fateful land Of Puglia were lamenting for their blood 10/Shed by the Romans and the lingering war That of the rings made such illustrious spoils, As Livy has recorded, who errs not, With those who felt the agony of blows By making counterstand to Robert Guiscard, And all the rest, whose bones are gathered still At Ceperano, where a renegade Was each Apulian, and at Tagliacozzo, Where without arms the old Alardo conquered, And one his limb transpierced, and one lopped off, 20/Should show, it would be nothing to compare With the disgusting mode of the ninth Bolgia. A cask by losing centre-piece or cant Was never shattered so, as I saw one Rent from the chin to where one breaketh wind. Between his legs were hanging down his entrails; His heart was visible, and the dismal sack That maketh excrement of what is eaten. While I was all absorbed in seeing him, He looked at me, and opened with his hands 30/His bosom, saying: 'See now how I rend me; How mutilated, see, is Mahomet; In front of me doth Ali weeping go, Cleft in the face from forelock unto chin; And all the others whom thou here beholdest, Disseminators of scandal and of schism While living were, and therefore are cleft thus. A devil is behind here, who doth cleave us Thus cruelly, unto the falchion's edge Putting again each one of all this ream, 40/When we have gone around the doleful road; By reason that our wounds are closed again Ere any one in front of him repass. But who art thou, that musest on the crag, Perchance to postpone going to the pain That is adjudged upon thine accusations?' 'He's not dead yet, and he's not a sinner,' My Master made reply, 'here for punishment; He's just here for the sightseeing. I, on the other hand, am dead, his guide. 50/I'm showing him the ropes of the place; Because God asked me to do this favor.' More than a hundred were there when they heard him, Who in the moat stood still to look at me, Through wonderment oblivious of their torture. 'Now say to Fra Dolcino, then, to arm him, Thou, who perhaps wilt shortly see the sun, If soon he wish not here to follow me, So with provisions, that no stress of snow May give the victory to the Novarese, 60/Which otherwise to gain would not be easy.' After one foot to go away he lifted, This word did Mahomet say unto me, Then to depart upon the ground he stretched it. Another one, who had his throat pierced through, And nose cut off close underneath the brows, And had no longer but a single ear, Staying to look in wonder with the others, Before the others did his gullet open, Which outwardly was red in every part, 70/And said: 'O thou, whom guilt doth not condemn, And whom I once saw up in Latian land, Unless too great similitude deceive me, Call to remembrance Pier da Medicina, If e'er thou see again the lovely plain That from Vercelli slopes to Marcabo, And make it known to the best two of Fano, To Messer Guido and Angiolello likewise, That if foreseeing here be not in vain, Cast over from their vessel shall they be, 80/And drowned near unto the Cattolica, By the betrayal of a tyrant fell. Between the isles of Cyprus and Majorca Neptune ne'er yet beheld so great a crime, Neither of pirates nor Argolic people. That traitor, who sees only with one eye, And holds the land, which some one here with me Would fain be fasting from the vision of, Will make them come unto a parley with him; Then will do so, that to Focara's wind 90/They will not stand in need of vow or prayer.' And I to him: 'Show to me and declare, If thou wouldst have me bear up news of thee, Who is this person of the bitter vision.' Then did he lay his hand upon the jaw Of one of his companions, and his mouth Oped, crying: 'This is he, and he speaks not. This one, being banished, every doubt submerged In Caesar by affirming the forearmed Always with detriment allowed delay.' 100/O how bewildered unto me appeared, With tongue asunder in his windpipe slit, Curio, who in speaking was so bold! And one, who both his hands dissevered had, The stumps uplifting through the murky air, So that the blood made horrible his face, Cried out: 'Thou shalt remember Mosca also, Who said, alas! 'A thing done has an end!' Which was an ill seed for the Tuscan people.' 'And death unto thy race,' thereto I added; 110/Whence he, accumulating woe on woe, Departed, like a person sad and crazed. But I remained to look upon the crowd; And saw a thing which I should be afraid, Without some further proof, even to recount, If it were not that conscience reassures me, That good companion which emboldens man Beneath the hauberk of its feeling pure. I truly saw, and still I seem to see it, A trunk without a head walk in like manner 120/As walked the others of the mournful herd. And by the hair it held the head dissevered, Hung from the hand in fashion of a lantern, And that upon us gazed and said: 'O me!' It of itself made to itself a lamp, And they were two in one, and one in two; How that can be, He knows who so ordains it. When it was come close to the bridge's foot, It lifted high its arm with all the head, To bring more closely unto us its words, 130/Which were: 'Behold now the sore penalty, Thou, who dost breathing go the dead beholding; Behold if any be as great as this. And so that thou may carry news of me, Know that Bertram de Born am I, the same Who gave to the Young King the evil comfort. I made the father and the son rebellious; Achitophel not more with Absalom And David did with his accursed goadings. Because I parted persons so united, 140/Parted do I now bear my brain, alas! From its beginning, which is in this trunk. Thus is observed in me the counterpoise.' !CANTO XXIX. The many people and the divers wounds These eyes of mine had so inebriated, That they were wishful to stand still and weep; But said Randius: 'What are you still looking at? What is there possibly of interest Down in the writhing ghost-men? You never stared like this before now; We still have a long road to walk, Twenty-two miles yet to go! Hurry! 10/It's already past midnright! See the moon? We have only a short amount of time left, So come on buckaroo, we gotta jet.' 'If thou hadst,' I made answer thereupon, 'Attended to the cause for which I looked, Perhaps a longer stay thou wouldst have pardoned.' Meanwhile my Guide departed, and behind him I went, already making my reply, And superadding: 'In that cavern where I held mine eyes with such attention fixed, 20/I think a spirit of my blood laments The sin which down below there costs so much.' Then said the Master: 'Don't think about it. Keep your eyes on the prize and move on; He isn't going anywhere, and you are; That is one of the advantages of being alive, You get to go to other places than this one And don't have to be stuck in one location. Just think of the places you could go! Albania, Morocco, Thailand, Space. Space! 30/You could go to Space!  Space is the place.' 'O my Conductor, his own violent death, Which is not yet avenged for him,' I said, 'By any who is sharer in the shame, Made him disdainful; whence he went away, As I imagine, without speaking to me, And thereby made me pity him the more.' Thus did we speak as far as the first place Upon the crag, which the next valley shows Down to the bottom, if there were more light. 40/When we were now right over the last cloister Of Malebolge, so that its lay-brothers Could manifest themselves unto our sight, Divers lamentings pierced me through and through, Which with compassion had their arrows barbed, Whereat mine ears I covered with my hands. What pain would be, if from the hospitals Of Valdichiana, 'twixt July and September, And of Maremma and Sardinia All the diseases in one moat were gathered, 50/Such was it here, and such a stench came from it As from putrescent limbs is wont to issue. We had descended on the furthest bank From the long crag, upon the left hand still, And then more vivid was my power of sight Down tow'rds the bottom, where the ministress Of the high Lord, Justice infallible, Punishes forgers, which she here records. I do not think a sadder sight to see Was in Aegina the whole people sick, 60/(When was the air so full of pestilence, The animals, down to the little worm, All fell, and afterwards the ancient people, According as the poets have affirmed, Were from the seed of ants restored again,) Than was it to behold through that dark valley The spirits languishing in divers heaps. This on the belly, that upon the back One of the other lay, and others crawling Shifted themselves along the dismal road. 70/We step by step went onward without speech, Gazing upon and listening to the sick Who had not strength enough to lift their bodies. I saw two sitting leaned against each other, As leans in heating platter against platter, From head to foot bespotted o'er with scabs; And never saw I plied a currycomb By stable-boy for whom his master waits, Or him who keeps awake unwillingly, As every one was plying fast the bite 80/Of nails upon himself, for the great rage Of itching which no other succour had. And the nails downward with them dragged the scab, In fashion as a knife the scales of bream, Or any other fish that has them largest. 'Hey you!  Yeah, yous with the fingers,' Began my Leader unto one of them, 'The finger-guys who pinch sometimes, Are any of you Italians by chance? My buddy here likes talking to Italians, 90/Not that he's racist or anything.' 'Latians are we, whom thou so wasted seest, Both of us here,' one weeping made reply; 'But who art thou, that questionest about us?' And said the Guide: 'I am the Macho Man! With boldness I leap from cliff to cliff, And I intend to show Hell to this guy.' Then broken was their mutual support, And trembling each one turned himself to me, With others who had heard him by rebound. 100/Wholly to me did the good Master gather, Saying: 'Now you can talk to them.' And I began, since he would have it so: 'So may your memory not steal away In the first world from out the minds of men, But so may it survive 'neath many suns, Say to me who ye are, and of what people; Let not your foul and loathsome punishment Make you afraid to show yourselves to me.' 'I of Arezzo was,' one made reply, 110/'And Albert of Siena had me burned; But what I died for does not bring me here. 'Tis true I said to him, speaking in jest, That I could rise by flight into the air, And he who had conceit, but little wit, Would have me show to him the art; and only Because no Daedalus I made him, made me Be burned by one who held him as his son. But unto the last Bolgia of the ten, For alchemy, which in the world I practised, 120/Minos, who cannot err, has me condemned.' And to the Poet said I: 'Now was ever So vain a people as the Sienese? Not for a certainty the French by far.' Whereat the other leper, who had heard me, Replied unto my speech: 'Taking out Stricca, Who knew the art of moderate expenses, And Niccolo, who the luxurious use Of cloves discovered earliest of all Within that garden where such seed takes root; 130/And taking out the band, among whom squandered Caccia d'Ascian his vineyards and vast woods, And where his wit the Abbagliato proffered! But, that thou know who thus doth second thee Against the Sienese, make sharp thine eye Tow'rds me, so that my face well answer thee, And thou shalt see I am Capocchio's shade, Who metals falsified by alchemy; Thou must remember, if I well descry thee, How I a skilful ape of nature was.' !CANTO XXX. 'Twas at the time when Juno was enraged, For Semele, against the Theban blood, As she already more than once had shown, So reft of reason Athamas became, That, seeing his own wife with children twain Walking encumbered upon either hand, He cried: 'Spread out the nets, that I may take The lioness and her whelps upon the passage;' And then extended his unpitying claws, 10/Seizing the first, who had the name Learchus, And whirled him round, and dashed him on a rock; And she, with the other burthen, drowned herself;-- And at the time when fortune downward hurled The Trojan's arrogance, that all things dared, So that the king was with his kingdom crushed, Hecuba sad, disconsolate, and captive, When lifeless she beheld Polyxena, And of her Polydorus on the shore Of ocean was the dolorous one aware, 20/Out of her senses like a dog she barked, So much the anguish had her mind distorted; But not of Thebes the furies nor the Trojan Were ever seen in any one so cruel In goading beasts, and much more human members, As I beheld two shadows pale and naked, Who, biting, in the manner ran along That a boar does, when from the sty turned loose. One to Capocchio came, and by the nape Seized with its teeth his neck, so that in dragging 30/It made his belly grate the solid bottom. And the Aretine, who trembling had remained, Said to me: 'That mad sprite is Gianni Schicchi, And raving goes thus harrying other people.' 'O,' said I to him, 'so may not the other Set teeth on thee, let it not weary thee To tell us who it is, ere it dart hence.' And he to me: 'That is the ancient ghost Of the nefarious Myrrha, who became Beyond all rightful love her father's lover. 40/She came to sin with him after this manner, By counterfeiting of another's form; As he who goeth yonder undertook, That he might gain the lady of the herd, To counterfeit in himself Buoso Donati, Making a will and giving it due form.' And after the two maniacs had passed On whom I held mine eye, I turned it back To look upon the other evil-born. I saw one made in fashion of a lute, 50/If he had only had the groin cut off Just at the point at which a man is forked. The heavy dropsy, that so disproportions The limbs with humours, which it ill concocts, That the face corresponds not to the belly, Compelled him so to hold his lips apart As does the hectic, who because of thirst One tow'rds the chin, the other upward turns. 'O ye, who without any torment are, And why I know not, in the world of woe,' 60/He said to us, 'behold, and be attentive Unto the misery of Master Adam; I had while living much of what I wished, And now, alas! a drop of water crave. The rivulets, that from the verdant hills Of Cassentin descend down into Arno, Making their channels to be cold and moist, Ever before me stand, and not in vain; For far more doth their image dry me up Than the disease which strips my face of flesh. 70/The rigid justice that chastises me Draweth occasion from the place in which I sinned, to put the more my sighs in flight. There is Romena, where I counterfeited The currency imprinted with the Baptist, For which I left my body burned above. But if I here could see the tristful soul Of Guido, or Alessandro, or their brother, For Branda's fount I would not give the sight. One is within already, if the raving 80/Shades that are going round about speak truth; But what avails it me, whose limbs are tied? If I were only still so light, that in A hundred years I could advance one inch, I had already started on the way, Seeking him out among this squalid folk, Although the circuit be eleven miles, And be not less than half a mile across. For them am I in such a family; They did induce me into coining florins, 90/Which had three carats of impurity.' And I to him: 'Who are the two poor wretches That smoke like unto a wet hand in winter, Lying there close upon thy right-hand confines?' 'I found them here,' replied he, 'when I rained Into this chasm, and since they have not turned, Nor do I think they will for evermore. One the false woman is who accused Joseph, The other the false Sinon, Greek of Troy; From acute fever they send forth such reek.' 100/And one of them, who felt himself annoyed At being, peradventure, named so darkly, Smote with the fist upon his hardened paunch. It gave a sound, as if it were a drum; And Master Adam smote him in the face, With arm that did not seem to be less hard, Saying to him: 'Although be taken from me All motion, for my limbs that heavy are, I have an arm unfettered for such need.' Whereat he answer made: 'When thou didst go 110/Unto the fire, thou hadst it not so ready: But hadst it so and more when thou wast coining.' The dropsical: 'Thou sayest true in that; But thou wast not so true a witness there, Where thou wast questioned of the truth at Troy.' 'If I spake false, thou falsifiedst the coin,' Said Sinon; 'and for one fault I am here, And thou for more than any other demon.' 'Remember, perjurer, about the horse,' He made reply who had the swollen belly, 120/'And rueful be it thee the whole world knows it.' 'Rueful to thee the thirst be wherewith cracks Thy tongue,' the Greek said, 'and the putrid water That hedges so thy paunch before thine eyes.' Then the false-coiner: 'So is gaping wide Thy mouth for speaking evil, as 'tis wont; Because if I have thirst, and humour stuff me Thou hast the burning and the head that aches, And to lick up the mirror of Narcissus Thou wouldst not want words many to invite thee.' 130/In listening to them was I wholly fixed, When said the Master to me: 'Just look, Don't speak, or I'll get mad at you.' When him I heard in anger speak to me, I turned me round towards him with such shame That still it eddies through my memory. And as he is who dreams of his own harm, Who dreaming wishes it may be a dream, So that he craves what is, as if it were not; Such I became, not having power to speak, 140/For to excuse myself I wished, and still Excused myself, and did not think I did it. 'People have felt less bad over worse sins,' The Master said, 'than you have committed; So don't beat yourself up about it, Remember that the Macho Man is beside you, And that while we are together all is well Take this knowledge and with it be secure; And in the future ignore boring gossipheads.' !CANTO XXXI. One and the selfsame tongue first wounded me, So that it tinged the one cheek and the other, And then held out to me the medicine; Thus do I hear that once Achilles' spear, His and his father's, used to be the cause First of a sad and then a gracious boon. We turned our backs upon the wretched valley, Upon the bank that girds it round about, Going across it without any speech. 10/There it was less than night, and less than day, So that my sight went little in advance; But I could hear the blare of a loud horn, So loud it would have made each thunder faint, Which, counter to it following its way, Mine eyes directed wholly to one place. After the dolorous discomfiture When Charlemagne the holy emprise lost, So terribly Orlando sounded not. Short while my head turned thitherward I held 20/When many lofty towers I seemed to see, Whereat I: 'Master, say, what town is this?' And he to me: 'You're looking far ahead Into what is deep and black darkness, I think you don't know what you see. When we get there you will find out, How wrong you are about what you see; So I'll say yet again: keep moving.' Then tenderly he took me by the hand, And said: 'Before we go any further, 30/To prep you for what is coming up, I'm going to tell you right now what to expect, Those things are giants yo, not towers. They're huge.  Don't mess with them.' As, when the fog is vanishing away, Little by little doth the sight refigure Whate'er the mist that crowds the air conceals, So, piercing through the dense and darksome air, More and more near approaching tow'rd the verge, My error fled, and fear came over me; 40/Because as on its circular parapets Montereggione crowns itself with towers, E'en thus the margin which surrounds the well With one half of their bodies turreted The horrible giants, whom Jove menaces E'en now from out the heavens when he thunders. And I of one already saw the face, Shoulders, and breast, and great part of the belly, And down along his sides both of the arms. Certainly Nature, when she left the making 50/Of animals like these, did well indeed, By taking such executors from Mars; And if of elephants and whales she doth not Repent her, whosoever looketh subtly More just and more discreet will hold her for it; For where the argument of intellect Is added unto evil will and power, No rampart can the people make against it. His face appeared to me as long and large As is at Rome the pine-cone of Saint Peter's, 60/And in proportion were the other bones; So that the margin, which an apron was Down from the middle, showed so much of him Above it, that to reach up to his hair Three Frieslanders in vain had vaunted them; For I beheld thirty great palms of him Down from the place where man his mantle buckles. 'Raphael mai amech izabi almi,' Began to clamour the ferocious mouth, To which were not befitting sweeter psalms. 70/And unto him my Guide: 'Idiot soul, Get away from us and blow your horn, Whenever you are feeling out of sorts. It's hanging around your neck, you fool I know you're too stupid to remember this, But if you look down you'll surely find it.' Then said to me: 'This guy is The Worst; His name is Nimrod and he lives up to it. He barely is able to understand words. Don't bother talking to him, it's pointless; 80/He will probably just get mad and confused That's what always happens. I would know.' Therefore a longer journey did we make, Turned to the left, and a crossbow-shot oft We found another far more fierce and large. In binding him, who might the master be I cannot say; but he had pinioned close Behind the right arm, and in front the other, With chains, that held him so begirt about From the neck down, that on the part uncovered 90/It wound itself as far as the fifth gyre. 'This cocky fellow decided to pick a fight And pit his own strength against Jupiter,' My Leader said, 'the God, not the planet. Ephialtes is his name; and he was strong. But not strong enough to defeat Zeus; So now he's chained here like a sucker.' And I to him: 'If possible, I should wish That of the measureless Briareus These eyes of mine might have experience.' 100/Whence he replied: 'You'll get to see Antaeus He's close by and free to speak with us, Lucky for him he never was chained up. Further past him is the one you mentioned, He is bound, much like Ephialtes here, Except Briareus is way more fearsome.' There never was an earthquake of such might That it could shake a tower so violently, As Ephialtes suddenly shook himself. Then was I more afraid of death than ever, 110/For nothing more was needful than the fear, If I had not beheld the manacles. Then we proceeded farther in advance, And to Antaeus came, who, full five ells Without the head, forth issued from the cavern. 'Hey Antaeus buddy, long time no see! How's it going down here?  Still sucky? That's a shame. Look, this here is Dante. I'm guiding his sorry rear through Hell, And we need a little bit of help from you. 120/Do you think you could lend us a hand? It would take us a long time of traveling Whereas if you could grap and pick us up, We could make some really excellent time. Don't forget that you owe me Antaeus, I never collected on last month's poker game; And if you do this for us I'll call us square. Plus there's something in it for you as well; This guy is alive; when he goes back to Earth, He'll totally tell everybody how cool you are.' 130/So said the Master; and in haste the other His hands extended and took up my Guide,-- Hands whose great pressure Hercules once felt. Virgilius, when he felt himself embraced, Said unto me: 'Come on buddy, grab my hand;' Then of himself and me one bundle made. As seems the Carisenda, to behold Beneath the leaning side, when goes a cloud Above it so that opposite it hangs; Such did Antaeus seem to me, who stood 140/Watching to see him stoop, and then it was I could have wished to go some other way. But lightly in the abyss, which swallows up Judas with Lucifer, he put us down; Nor thus bowed downward made he there delay, But, as a mast does in a ship, uprose. !CANTO XXXII. If I had rhymes both rough and stridulous, As were appropriate to the dismal hole Down upon which thrust all the other rocks, I would press out the juice of my conception More fully; but because I have them not, Not without fear I bring myself to speak; For 'tis no enterprise to take in jest, To sketch the bottom of all the universe, Nor for a tongue that cries Mamma and Babbo. 10/But may those Ladies help this verse of mine, Who helped Amphion in enclosing Thebes, That from the fact the word be not diverse. O rabble ill-begotten above all, Who're in the place to speak of which is hard, 'Twere better ye had here been sheep or goats! When we were down within the darksome well, Beneath the giant's feet, but lower far, And I was scanning still the lofty wall, I heard it said to me: 'Look how thou steppest! 20/Take heed thou do not trample with thy feet The heads of the tired, miserable brothers!' Whereat I turned me round, and saw before me And underfoot a lake, that from the frost The semblance had of glass, and not of water. So thick a veil ne'er made upon its current In winter-time Danube in Austria, Nor there beneath the frigid sky the Don, As there was here; so that if Tambernich Had fallen upon it, or Pietrapana, 30/E'en at the edge 'twould not have given a creak. And as to croak the frog doth place himself With muzzle out of water,--when is dreaming Of gleaning oftentimes the peasant-girl,-- Livid, as far down as where shame appears, Were the disconsolate shades within the ice, Setting their teeth unto the note of storks. Each one his countenance held downward bent; From mouth the cold, from eyes the doleful heart Among them witness of itself procures. 40/When round about me somewhat I had looked, I downward turned me, and saw two so close, The hair upon their heads together mingled. 'Ye who so strain your breasts together, tell me,' I said, 'who are you;' and they bent their necks, And when to me their faces they had lifted, Their eyes, which first were only moist within, Gushed o'er the eyelids, and the frost congealed The tears between, and locked them up again. Clamp never bound together wood with wood 50/So strongly; whereat they, like two he-goats, Butted together, so much wrath o'ercame them. And one, who had by reason of the cold Lost both his ears, still with his visage downward, Said: 'Why dost thou so mirror thyself in us? If thou desire to know who these two are, The valley whence Bisenzio descends Belonged to them and to their father Albert. They from one body came, and all Caina Thou shalt search through, and shalt not find a shade 60/More worthy to be fixed in gelatine; Not he in whom were broken breast and shadow At one and the same blow by Arthur's hand; Focaccia not; not he who me encumbers So with his head I see no farther forward, And bore the name of Sassol Mascheroni; Well knowest thou who he was, if thou art Tuscan. And that thou put me not to further speech, Know that I Camicion de' Pazzi was, And wait Carlino to exonerate me.' 70/Then I beheld a thousand faces, made Purple with cold; whence o'er me comes a shudder, And evermore will come, at frozen ponds. And while we were advancing tow'rds the middle, Where everything of weight unites together, And I was shivering in the eternal shade, Whether 'twere will, or destiny, or chance, I know not; but in walking 'mong the heads I struck my foot hard in the face of one. Weeping he growled: 'Why dost thou trample me? 80/Unless thou comest to increase the vengeance of Montaperti, why dost thou molest me?' And I: 'My Master, now wait here for me, That I through him may issue from a doubt; Then thou mayst hurry me, as thou shalt wish.' The Leader stopped; and to that one I said Who was blaspheming vehemently still: 'Who art thou, that thus reprehendest others?' 'Now who art thou, that goest through Antenora Smiting,' replied he, 'other people's cheeks, 90/So that, if thou wert living, 'twere too much?' 'Living I am, and dear to thee it may be,' Was my response, 'if thou demandest fame, That 'mid the other notes thy name I place.' And he to me: 'For the reverse I long; Take thyself hence, and give me no more trouble; For ill thou knowest to flatter in this hollow.' Then by the scalp behind I seized upon him, And said: 'It must needs be thou name thyself, Or not a hair remain upon thee here.' 100/Whence he to me: 'Though thou strip off my hair, I will not tell thee who I am, nor show thee, If on my head a thousand times thou fall.' I had his hair in hand already twisted, And more than one shock of it had pulled out, He barking, with his eyes held firmly down, When cried another: 'What doth ail thee, Bocca? Is't not enough to clatter with thy jaws, But thou must bark? what devil touches thee?' 'Now,' said I, 'I care not to have thee speak, 110/Accursed traitor; for unto thy shame I will report of thee veracious news.' 'Begone,' replied he, 'and tell what thou wilt, But be not silent, if thou issue hence, Of him who had just now his tongue so prompt; He weepeth here the silver of the French; 'I saw,' thus canst thou phrase it, 'him of Duera There where the sinners stand out in the cold.' If thou shouldst questioned be who else was there, Thou hast beside thee him of Beccaria, 120/Of whom the gorget Florence slit asunder; Gianni del Soldanier, I think, may be Yonder with Ganellon, and Tebaldello Who oped Faenza when the people slep.' Already we had gone away from him, When I beheld two frozen in one hole, So that one head a hood was to the other; And even as bread through hunger is devoured, The uppermost on the other set his teeth, There where the brain is to the nape united. 130/Not in another fashion Tydeus gnawed The temples of Menalippus in disdain, Than that one did the skull and the other things. 'O thou, who showest by such bestial sign Thy hatred against him whom thou art eating, Tell me the wherefore,' said I, 'with this compact, That if thou rightfully of him complain, In knowing who ye are, and his transgression, I in the world above repay thee for it, If that wherewith I speak be not dried up.' !CANTO XXXIII. His mouth uplifted from his grim repast, That sinner, wiping it upon the hair Of the same head that he behind had wasted. Then he began: 'Thou wilt that I renew The desperate grief, which wrings my heart already To think of only, ere I speak of it; But if my words be seed that may bear fruit Of infamy to the traitor whom I gnaw, Speaking and weeping shalt thou see together. 10/I know not who thou art, nor by what mode Thou hast come down here; but a Florentine Thou seemest to me truly, when I hear thee. Thou hast to know I was Count Ugolino, And this one was Ruggieri the Archbishop; Now I will tell thee why I am such a neighbour. That, by effect of his malicious thoughts, Trusting in him I was made prisoner, And after put to death, I need not say; But ne'ertheless what thou canst not have heard, 20/That is to say, how cruel was my death, Hear shalt thou, and shalt know if he has wronged me. A narrow perforation in the mew, Which bears because of me the title of Famine, And in which others still must be locked up, Had shown me through its opening many moons Already, when I dreamed the evil dream Which of the future rent for me the veil. This one appeared to me as lord and master, Hunting the wolf and whelps upon the mountain 30/For which the Pisans cannot Lucca see. With sleuth-hounds gaunt, and eager, and well trained, Gualandi with Sismondi and Lanfianchi He had sent out before him to the front. After brief course seemed unto me forespent The father and the sons, and with sharp tushes It seemed to me I saw their flanks ripped open. When I before the morrow was awake, Moaning amid their sleep I heard my sons Who with me were, and asking after bread. 40/Cruel indeed art thou, if yet thou grieve not, Thinking of what my heart foreboded me, And weep'st thou not, what art thou wont to weep at? They were awake now, and the hour drew nigh At which our food used to be brought to us, And through his dream was each one apprehensive; And I heard locking up the under door Of the horrible tower; whereat without a word I gazed into the faces of my sons. I wept not, I within so turned to stone; 50/They wept; and darling little Anselm mine Said: 'Thou dost gaze so, father, what doth ail thee?' Still not a tear I shed, nor answer made All of that day, nor yet the night thereafter, Until another sun rose on the world. As now a little glimmer made its way Into the dolorous prison, and I saw Upon four faces my own very aspect, Both of my hands in agony I bit; And, thinking that I did it from desire 60/Of eating, on a sudden they uprose, And said they: 'Father, much less pain 'twill give us If thou do eat of us; thyself didst clothe us With this poor flesh, and do thou strip it off.' I calmed me then, not to make them more sad. That day we all were silent, and the next. Ah! obdurate earth, wherefore didst thou not open? When we had come unto the fourth day, Gaddo Threw himself down outstretched before my feet, Saying, 'My father, why dost thou not help me?' 70/And there he died; and, as thou seest me, I saw the three fall, one by one, between The fifth day and the sixth; whence I betook me, Already blind, to groping over each, And three days called them after they were dead; Then hunger did what sorrow could not do.' When he had said this, with his eyes distorted, The wretched skull resumed he with his teeth, Which, as a dog's, upon the bone were strong. Ah! Pisa, thou opprobrium of the people 80/Of the fair land there where the 'Si' doth sound, Since slow to punish thee thy neighbours are, Let the Capraia and Gorgona move, And make a hedge across the mouth of Arno That every person in thee it may drown! For if Count Ugolino had the fame Of having in thy castles thee betrayed, Thou shouldst not on such cross have put his sons. Guiltless of any crime, thou modern Thebes! Their youth made Uguccione and Brigata, 90/And the other two my song doth name above! We passed still farther onward, where the ice Another people ruggedly enswathes, Not downward turned, but all of them reversed. Weeping itself there does not let them weep, And grief that finds a barrier in the eyes Turns itself inward to increase the anguish; Because the earliest tears a cluster form, And, in the manner of a crystal visor, Fill all the cup beneath the eyebrow full. 100/And notwithstanding that, as in a callus, Because of cold all sensibility Its station had abandoned in my face, Still it appeared to me I felt some wind; Whence I: 'My Master, who sets this in motion? Is not below here every vapour quenched?' Whence he to me: 'Very soon you'll know. You will see with your own eyes the answer, And know the source of the frigid winds.' And one of the wretches of the frozen crust 110/Cried out to us: 'O souls so merciless That the last post is given unto you, Lift from mine eyes the rigid veils, that I May vent the sorrow which impregns my heart A little, e'er the weeping recongeal.' Whence I to him: 'If thou wouldst have me help thee Say who thou wast; and if I free thee not, May I go to the bottom of the ice.' Then he replied: 'I am Friar Alberigo; He am I of the fruit of the bad garden, 120/Who here a date am getting for my fig.' 'O,' said I to him, 'now art thou, too, dead?' And he to me: 'How may my body fare Up in the world, no knowledge I possess. Such an advantage has this Ptolomaea, That oftentimes the soul descendeth here Sooner than Atropos in motion sets it. And, that thou mayest more willingly remove From off my countenance these glassy tears, Know that as soon as any soul betrays 130/As I have done, his body by a demon Is taken from him, who thereafter rules it, Until his time has wholly been revolved. Itself down rushes into such a cistern; And still perchance above appears the body Of yonder shade, that winters here behind me. This thou shouldst know, if thou hast just come down; It is Ser Branca d' Oria, and many years Have passed away since he was thus locked up.' 'I think,' said I to him, 'thou dost deceive me; 140/For Branca d' Oria is not dead as yet, And eats, and drinks, and sleeps, and puts on clothes.' 'In moat above,' said he, 'of Malebranche, There where is boiling the tenacious pitch, As yet had Michel Zanche not arrived, When this one left a devil in his stead In his own body and one near of kin, Who made together with him the betrayal. But hitherward stretch out thy hand forthwith, Open mine eyes;'--and open them I did not, 150/And to be rude to him was courtesy. Ah, Genoese! ye men at variance With every virtue, full of every vice Wherefore are ye not scattered from the world? For with the vilest spirit of Romagna I found of you one such, who for his deeds In soul already in Cocytus bathes, And still above in body seems alive! !CANTO XXXIV. 'Now we are in the pit of Hell, Now look at what lies at the core,' My Master said, 'if you can see him.' As, when there breathes a heavy fog, or when Our hemisphere is darkening into night, Appears far off a mill the wind is turning, Methought that such a building then I saw; And, for the wind, I drew myself behind My Guide, because there was no other shelter. 10/Now was I, and with fear in verse I put it, There where the shades were wholly covered up, And glimmered through like unto straws in glass. Some prone are lying, others stand erect, This with the head, and that one with the soles; Another, bow-like, face to feet inverts. When in advance so far we had proceeded, That it my Master pleased to show to me The creature who once had the beauteous semblance, He from before me moved and made me stop, 20/Saying: 'Look upon the core of Hell, And summon your most Macho of spirits!' How frozen I became and powerless then, Ask it not, Reader, for I write it not, Because all language would be insufficient. I did not die, and I alive remained not; Think for thyself now, hast thou aught of wit, What I became, being of both deprived. The Emperor of the kingdom dolorous From his mid-breast forth issued from the ice; 30/And better with a giant I compare Than do the giants with those arms of his; Consider now how great must be that whole, Which unto such a part conforms itself. Were he as fair once, as he now is foul, And lifted up his brow against his Maker, Well may proceed from him all tribulation. O, what a marvel it appeared to me, When I beheld three faces on his head! The one in front, and that vermilion was; 40/Two were the others, that were joined with this Above the middle part of either shoulder, And they were joined together at the crest; And the right-hand one seemed 'twixt white and yellow; The left was such to look upon as those Who come from where the Nile falls valley-ward. Underneath each came forth two mighty wings, Such as befitting were so great a bird; Sails of the sea I never saw so large. No feathers had they, but as of a bat 50/Their fashion was; and he was waving them, So that three winds proceeded forth therefrom. Thereby Cocytus wholly was congealed. With six eyes did he weep, and down three chins Trickled the tear-drops and the bloody drivel. At every mouth he with his teeth was crunching A sinner, in the manner of a brake, So that he three of them tormented thus. To him in front the biting was as naught Unto the clawing, for sometimes the spine 60/Utterly stripped of all the skin remained. 'That soul up there which has the greatest pain,' The Master said, 'is Judas Iscariot; You cna probably figure out why. If you look a little lower in the mouth, You can see a fellow hanging; that's Brutus. The way he writhes shows he must be in pain. The third one there is Cassius. See him? But the night is almost over now, yes? We need to press on. You've seen it all.' 70/As seemed him good, I clasped him round the neck, And he the vantage seized of time and place, And when the wings were opened wide apart, He laid fast hold upon the shaggy sides; From fell to fell descended downward then Between the thick hair and the frozen crust. When we were come to where the thigh revolves Exactly on the thickness of the haunch, The Guide, with labour and with hard-drawn breath, Turned round his head where he had had his legs, 80/And grappled to the hair, as one who mounts, So that to Hell I thought we were returning. 'Hold on tight and make sure not to slip,' The Master said, panting as one fatigued, 'We are leaving the center of evil behind.' Then through the opening of a rock he issued, And down upon the margin seated me; Then tow'rds me he outstretched his wary step. I lifted up mine eyes and thought to see Lucifer in the same way I had left him; 90/And I beheld him upward hold his legs. And if I then became disquieted, Let stolid people think who do not see What the point is beyond which I had passed. 'Rise up,' the Master said, 'on your feet; The way is long, and the road is hard, And the sun is now rising in the sky.' It was not any palace corridor There where we were, but dungeon natural, With floor uneven and unease of light. 100/'Ere from the abyss I tear myself away, My Master,' said I when I had arisen, 'To draw me from an error speak a little; Where is the ice? and how is this one fixed Thus upside down? and how in such short time From eve to morn has the sun made his transit?' And he to me: 'A wizard did it.' A place there is below, from Beelzebub As far receding as the tomb extends, Which not by sight is known, but by the sound 110/Of a small rivulet, that there descendeth Through chasm within the stone, which it has gnawed With course that winds about and slightly falls. The Guide and I into that hidden road Now entered, to return to the bright world; And without care of having any rest We mounted up, he first and I the second, Till I beheld through a round aperture Some of the beauteous things that Heaven doth bear; Thence we came forth to rebehold the stars.

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My brain on Post-Stormblood

Talk to Lyse. HUNT DOWN DA SWOLBOI! Speak to Swolboi go stand in a spot. Book Son has appeared. Talk to Book Son. Teleport to Ala Mhigan Quarter. Talk to person. Talk to dude. Talk to person. Talk to HEYERNOLD! Report to He’s just a Swolboi from a Swolfamily! Fly to Book Son. Talk to Book Son. DIVE BITCH! Look around. Take in the view. Get lost. How is a lake this so fucking big!?! Find canal. Pat wall. Book Son skypes you. Unlock Downed City of Skalla. PUNCH A HORSE! PUNCH A--Fuck...I got turned into a fucking...hold on...ALRIGHT PUNCH BALT--Fucking...shit got turned into...hold on...RIGHT PUNCH BALTOY! PUNCH LEOMON! Swolboi and Book Son fall through all nine floors of this crumbling underground treasurey JUDGE THEM! Teleport to Ala Mhigan Quarter. Talk to Lyse. Start a riot--I mean...observe a riot. Listen to Raubahn tell a story. Talk to Lyse. Visit AME World Champion FORDOLA! Leave. Talk to Book Son. Return to Ul’dah.

Go to Chamber of Rule. Talk to Sultana (DONTDRINKTHEFUCKINGWINE). She doesn’t offer wine. (BULLETDODGED). Teleport to Adventure’s Guild. Talk to Notana. Teleport to Gate of Nald? Ride to Notana. Talk to her. Encourage her. Ask where she gets her pink hair dye. Teleport to Black Bush Station. Ride out. Meet Notana. Reminsice about an assassination attempt. This is fun. Return to Ul’dah. Teleport to Gladiator’s Guild. Talk to Notana. Have a flash back to the time Raubahn kill men a couple dudes and the Sultana leaped over their corpses into his strong muscul--okay moving on. Speak to Notana. Run around meet Notana at a place. Go to airship landing. Talk to Notana. Lets all go to the Gold Saucer! Let us go! Let us go! To the Gold Saucer! Talk to Notana. Wait for the guy you once rubbed oil on. Talk to Notana. Teleport to Kugane. Break into the Ruby Bazaar with an axe. Fly tackle Weasel. You remember you’re here for business...you’ll be back you Weasel looking fucker. Return to Ul’dah. Talk to Notana. Pray thee Return to the Waking Sands. Break down the door. Talk to Strip Tease. Watch Sultana get sassy with Lololololololuhhhuhuhuhuhulooo...Lolorito. Speak to Sultana. Teleport to the Ala Mhigan Quarter. Talk to Lyse. Talk to a Grandpa. Run around and use a telescope. Make a dude punch a  Yabby. Make him punch a pile of sand. Report back to the Grandpa. Wait inside the gate to Ala Mhigan Quarter. Talk about how best to punish the greedy Lala and guy you stalked from the last expansion. Speak to Lyse. Fly across the continent. Land in front of people. Talk to Raubahn. Watch over a meeting. Everythings going w--

REST YOUR WEARY SOULS UPON MY BOSOM!

FUCK LAKSHMI IS HERE PUNCH AAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL THE ORBS! Fordola is here! Fuckj PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH! Okay shes dead...

Talk to Lyse. Teleport to Kugane. Kick down the door. WEASEL MAN! Has seen Mr. Miyagi with a woman. Go ask around. Find a sword deal. Haggle for sword. Hand receipt to Tataru. Watch Tataru murder Book Son. Help her get rid of the body. Bury Book Son in Aurum Vale. No one willingly goes in there anymore. Talk to Donatello. Talk to Undead Son. Not even the dead want to be in Aurum Vale. Leave to the Ruby Sea. Garleans are attacking. Talk to Undead Son. PUNCH GARLEANS PUNCH MORE GARLEANS PUNCH THE FUCKING GARLEANS IN THEIR TINCAN FACE! Okay that was fun. Talk to Sword Daughter. COME SAIL AWAY! COME SAIL WAY! COME SAIL AWAY WITH ME~! Talk to Donatello. Talk to Lizard Wife. Head to Yanxia. Talk to Lizard Wife. Teleport to House of the Fierce. Ask around. Fly away to find dude. Dude is hella wigged out cause we brought Tsuyu home. Talk to Lizard Wife. Teleport to House of the Fierce. Talk to Fratboy. Fly out to Garlean Base. Talk to Fratboy. Meet Incel. Fly to docks. Talk to Lizard Wife. Welcome to Doman fucking Enclave. Get the three aetheryte.  Talk to Guard. Have meeting between Hottie, Incel, and Silent Dude. Fratboy talks. Talk to Chad Emperor after. Talk to Sword Daughter. Leave Enclave. Talk to Incel. Show Incel around. Remind him all women are Queens. PUNCH SOME TURTLES! Talk to Incel. Go to Doman Enclave. Talk to Lizard Wife. Talk to Incel. Talk to Chad Emperor. Have another meeting. Talk to Chad Emperor. See Incel, the Hot Elf, and Silent Dude off. Incel whispers something your ear. No you don’t want to see his Indie Romance Film about an artist living alone in Oregon. Misunderstood. Then he meets a woman who falls head over heels for him, even though he’s an absolute shit head. It will go on to win 10 awards at a Festival you never heard of. Oh also he’s a big fan of AYE YI YI MY LITTLE ZENOS GALVUS. Tell Chad Emperor about this.

Speak to Chad Emperor. Talk to Book Son. Meet Mr. Miyagi. See Tsuyu take care of him. Remember the time she blew up an entire castle. Good times. Woops she ran away. Mr. Miyagi must of used Roar. Talk to people. Talk to more people. Oh hey a cool hat. Oh hey you found Tsuyu. Talk to Chad Emperor. Return to Enclave. Talk to Chad Emperor. Talk to Chad Emperor. Teleport to Onokoro. Talk to Roeleader. Fly over to a boat. Talk to dude. DIVE BITCH! Pluck barnacles off the boat. Check on Chad Emperor. Fly back to dude. Watch him fanboy over Chad Emperor. Talk to Roeleader. Teleport to Enclave. Talk to Chad Emperor. Talk to Chad Emperor. Fly across Yanxia to boat. Talk to Chad Emperor. Meet with Incel, he yells something about you not understanding the kind of stress he’s under! Yotsuyu evolves into Tsukuyomi. Unlock Castrum McFlurry.

Oooooh its gonna be a long night

OH FUCK OH SHIT! OH FUCK! OH SHIT! OH GOD OH GOD! GET ON THE LAST FAN RUN AWAY! GET IN THE MOON! DONT BE ON THE MOON TOO LONG! KILL THE SMOKE CLOUDS! KILL THE SPECTRE OF YOTSUYU’S PAIN AND SUFFERING! GET BITCH SLAPPED BY ZENOS YAE GALVUS ATTORNEY IN LAW! WATCH THE IMAGE OF MR. MIYAGI FIGHT ZENOS! OH SHIT! OH GOD! SHE HAS TWO FANS NOW! EVERYTHINGS RED AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! and Leave. Watch Yotsuyu stab Zenos Stan. Book Son offers to go to Garlemald. Hot Elezen says yes. Talk to Chad Emperor. Mr. Miyagi shaves his head and goes off to Monkhood. Talk to Chad Emperor. Return to Rhalgr’s Reach. Talk to Lyse. Talk to Lyse. Pray thee return to the Rising Stones. Ponder with Sword Daughter where Book Son is. Oh he’s on a ship. OH SHIT THE SHIP IS SHOT DOWN! FIGHT GARLEANS! Hobo with a Gunblade shows up! PUNCH GARLEANS! Ah, flashbacks are fun. Edgecred offers to go take a look. Husband Material right there...now if only he had a cool coat.

Talk to Sword Daughter. Teleport to Ala Mhigan Quarter. Edgecred is back! Give the thirsty boy some water. Book Son never made it to Garlemald. Thats upsetting. Talk to Sword Daughter. Teleport to Doman Enclave. Talk to Goth Wife. Talk to Chad Emperor. Teleport to House of the Fierce. Fly through the roof. Talk to Chad Emperor. Unlock the Burn. Run the Burn. Why does this place’s music sound like the S.S. Anne? PUNCH A CRYSTALS SCORPION! PUNCH A RACING ROBOT! PUNCH THE STUPID FUCKING MIST DRAGON! There is no Book Son only ZUL! Talk to Chad Emperor. A wild Lyse appears! Talk to Lyse. Talk to Chad Emperor. Go to Reunion. Talk to Goth Wife. Talk to Chad Emperor. Fly across the Meadows. Talk to Sheep Wife! Fly to cave. Talk to Goth Wife. Fly back and talk to Sheep Wife. Fly across the meadows. Meet up with Sadu. She wants to punch you...that’s hot. Fly across the Meadows. Talk to Goth Wife. INDEATHDOURSOULSING! INDEATHDOURSOULSING! INDEATHDOURSOULSING! INDEATHDOURSOULSING! INDEATHDOURSOULSING! INDEATHDOURSOULSING! INDEATHDOURSOULSING! INDEATHDOURSOULSING! INDEATHDOURSOULSING! INDEATHDOURSOULSING! Defeat Sadu...she almost killed you...that’s hot. Little Sun has appeared! Take control of Goth Wife. KICK! LITTLE! SUNS! FUCKING! FACE! IN! Watch Little Sun hit on Goth Wife. Watch Goth Wife obliterate Little Sun so harshly, he’s now lost to the Shadow Realm. Fly to cave. Talk to Goth Wife. Talk to Chad Emperor. Go to Enclave. Talk to Sword Daughter. Teleport to Ala Mhigan Quarter. Talk to Edgecred. Have a meeting. Wink at Seedseer, high five Sultana, Admiral Wife slaps you on the ass, make out with Aymeric in front of everyone. Watch Chad Emperor drink an entire barrel of ale. Goth Wife is judging you. Edgecred starts considering disrupting Garl--

THROW WIDE THE GATES!

Aww...Edgecred is tired. So tired that his soul ascended to Nirvana. Holy shit and I thought Estinien was dramatic. Leave meeting talk to Sword Daughter. Quickly pray thee return to the Rising Stones. Goth Wife and Strip Tease go to high five.

THROW WIDE THE GATES!

OH SHIT! THEY BOTH GOT YEETED TO NIRVANA TOO! FUCK! Calm Sword Daughter down. Let her stab you a couple times to let off some steam. Talk to Guard. Talk to Sword Daughter. Talk to Sword Daughter. Go to Limsa. Go to Aftcastle. Talk to Sword Daughter. Oh hey its the Kobold from befo--oooh noo. Stand awkwardly while Sword Daughter talks about Kobold. Support her. Pray thee return to the Rising Stones.

Talk to Sword Daughter. Go to Goblinshire. Talk to Sword Daughter. Fly across the meadows. Visit Maggie Smith. Krile’s back. Grab some more Alphinaud Blackmail. No dice. Talk to Sword Daughter. Krile will stay behind. Go to Ala Mhigan Quarter. Talk to Guard. Elf Hottie is back but no book son. He tells you about the Hobo with a Gunblade though.

THROW WIDE THE GATES!

Oh...Alisaie and you are still here. Can’t be all th--OH SHIT BOOK SON! Run to Enclave. Talk to Chad Emperor. Teleport to House of the Fierce. Talk to Chad Emperor. Fly across the Burn. A ship rams the shield! It settles down. Hobo with a Gunblade comes out with Book Son! Book Son’s soul got yeeted too! Hobo with the Gunblade is actually Pirate Captain Gaius! Hobo Gaius says goodbye. Talk Book Son back to Rising Stones. Go to Porta Praetoria. Talk to guard. Walk around the camp. Talk to Lyse. Talk to Sword Daughter. Hold a meeting. Oh hey Emperor Severus Snape is here. He roasts the Seedseer, Sultana, Chad Emperor, Admiral Wife, Sword Daughter, and Husband-in-Uniform at once. Take a moment. Talk to everyone. Give them head pats. Sit down. Talk to Emperor Snape again. Make fun of his crown. It’s war! Talk to Sword Daughter. Talk to Lyse. Unlock Grimlyte Dark. Gotta say its one of my favorite dungeons. The atmosphere is fun and you get to see Seedseer, Chad Emperor, Lyse, Aymeric and Lizard Wife Flex. PUNCH SHADOW OF THE COLOSSUS! PUNCH THE DUKES OF HAZARD DRILL! PUNCH TWIN GARLEANS! Oh hey Sword Daughter is h--

THROW WIDE THE GATES!

OH FUCKING COME ON! Sword Daughter’s soul gets yeeted. You’re all alone. Wait you got Krile for blackmail and Tataru for knife juggling. Time to open a circus. Talk to Rauba--

THROW WIDE THE--

FUCK YOU! Talk to Raubahn. Pray thee return to the Rising Stones. Talk to Roebear.

Talk to Roebear. Ride out to Mor Dhona. Talk to Hot Elezen. Track down you a Cid! Alliance Soliders request your aid! Fly to the Grimlyte Dark! Talk to Raubahn. Chad Emperor, Lyse, and Lizard Wife are fighting

SOMEBODY ONES TOLD ME TO POSSESS ZENOS BODY!

They get wrecked. You show up and through your power of having more than five abilities. YOU PUNCH ELIDIZENOS! Yay he dead..wait he’s an Ascian.

THROW WIDE THE--

MA’AM THIS IS A MCDONALDS! Oh fuck you’re passing out! Oh hey a Leyline...you’ll never leave again. Oh hey dude in a robe. He’s asking you out on a date. WAKE UP! Husband-in-Uniform runs to your side. Estinien picked you up and brought you to Ishgard. Wierd flex but k. Pray thee return to the Rising Stones. Talk to Tataru. Wait around for a bit while they unlock Crystal Tower for you.

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Don’t Let Mercury Retrograde Get You F*cked Up!

With the Mercury Retrograde in effect until July 31st, I have definitely been quieter. This is the dreadful time of the year where planet Mercury moves in an opposite direction to planet Earth.  Mercury is the planet associated with Communication. As a major believer in astrology, I have always been intrigued with the planets and stars and am a big believer that we are balls of energy walking on earth.  

Energy never lies.

With the retrograde miscommunication, technical errors, and angry verbal blow-ups are expected. This is the time to OBSERVE, NOT ABSORB. If you observe the energy around you, you don’t have to absorb none of it. Remember, every action doesn’t deserve a reaction.  With this being said, over the past week, I have been observant and really shaking my damn head at the things I am seeing with grown ass adults. I mean,  do I really have to write this article on etiquette?  Why yes, yes I do. Somewhere, we lost our integrity and human empathy. From childish social media posts, petty family members and high school equivalent drama at work, the retrograde’s energy is suffocating me!  It could very well be the energy bouncing off the retrograde, or it could simply be the lack of decent manners.  

I wanted to share 8 etiquette rules that I live by.  Remind you, I am only 36 years young and I have a lot to learn.  Some of these, I, too, must remember and never step outside of the lines of respect. No one is perfect. If you are over 30 years old and you have to be reminded of these, it’s time to sit down, self reflect and repair your behavior.  

1.  When dropping a friend/lover/family member off at their home, wait until they have fully unlocked their door and went inside their house before leaving.  I can’t tell you how much this bothers my spirit.  It screams, “IDGAF if you truly get home safe or not.”  A similar situation I had to learn from was when I was in my early 20s.  I dated a guy who lived in a not so great part of town.  After a night of clubbing, drinking excessively and even sexual relations, this guy would carelessly fall asleep.  I would too sometimes but then realize I had to wake up to head home as it was still dark outside. This guy would never wake up, causing me to venture outside alone.  My first pet peeve with this is if you can’ t handle your alcohol, don’t overindulge and leave your date to fend for themselves.  I would always say a silent prayer that once I walked outside to my car no one would be hiding behind some bushes to kidnap or rob me.  This behavior is inexcusable.  Always make sure your loved one is fully in the house before driving off.  I am not only discussing this as something to be aware of in bad neighborhoods, but what if that person lost their keys and their phone was dead?

2.   Please don’t talk loudly on the phone in public.   Okay, we have ALL done this. Sometimes you are knee deep into a conversation that just can’t be finished when you walk inside the store, however, to be loud and obnoxious is NOT the business.  The other day my son and I were in Food Lion picking up a few groceries.  I was strategically looking at the barbeque sauces.  Reading the back of each bottle with the goal to find the one with the least amount of artificial ingredients and no high fructose corn syrup.  Two young girls came into the store and were engaged in a phone conversation via face time with someone. “Ayeeee! It’s a hot girl summer girl! Turn up! Drink something!” I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Then, the worst happened, they strolled right down the sauce aisle where I casually stood.  The loud laughter, yelling and inappropriate conversation almost sent me over the edge. Mind you, it’s a place and a time to turn up. Hell, I still partake in a light turn up periodically.  As we age, many of us find perfect peace in the comfort of our home.  We dread leaving home to visit the grocery store, hair salon, barbershop, riding public transportation, doctor’s office, etc due to this very reason.  It’s instant anxiety.  I understand that not all public places are quiet, but it would be a lot more enjoyable if we all respected each other’s peace in any environment. PS: It’s still a hot girl summer though, but can we leave the grocery store out of it? Thanks Megan Thee Stallion J

3. Call before you stop over someone’s house.  As stated before, your home is your haven; therefore, if you see someone pop up in the driveway without a prior notice, proceed to ignore the doorbell.  Now, back in the day, this may have been common as the development of technology left room for unexpected guests.  Now in the 21stCentury, we communicate via phone or text.  You can also send a dm, type it in a status update, or email the other party.  There are too many ways to communicate a visit to show a lack of respect of popping up. The next time you even think this is a good idea, ask yourself if the other party possibly worked a long shift, has to cook dinner for their family, has extensive house chores or may be trying to find the energy to do homework with a young child.  To selfishly barge into someone’s structured day without notice, even to drop off an item cannot be tolerated.

4.  Never go to a party empty handed.  Please do not be this person!  I don’t know a single soul that is not on a budget.  Even the wealthiest of people enjoy Wendys “4 for 4” and clips coupons.  Any working, middle class individual knows that throwing any type of party can be costly. You have to brace yourself for the upcoming energy bill after your summer party for the amount of air condition that you provided the guests.  Freeloaders are not welcome in 2019 and beyond.  This shit stops TODAY!   If you know someone who does this, it’s time to take his or her name off the guest list going forward.  I sit back and am puzzled on how can people show up to an event held in the comfort of another’s home and just “show up.”   Unless the host advises you that you don’t need to bring anything,  that would be the only time to show up empty handed.  It can be as small as a bag of ice or paper cups to as large as a sheet cake or a bucket of fried chicken.  My go to is always a bottle of wine.  You can never go wrong with that.  Worst case scenario, no one drinks it and you finish the bottle yourself.

4.  If you borrow money and it took you longer than expected to pay that person back, give a little interest.  Okay, hear me out.  Many of us have loaned a close person some money and they haven’t been able to pay us back in time.  We thank God that we are able to help, but there is also that possibility that your own finances get messed up in the process. I have witnessed people getting a loan from someone who are awaiting their loan to be paid back.  It could be as little as $30, which may be the monthly Internet bill.  If we were all able to acquire a loan from major banks, we’d all be paying interest anyway.

5. Never put your phone on the table while eating a meal with a guest.  I’ve struggled with this the most. I’ve learned that sacred time is just that, SACRED.  After you’ve snap chatted a pic of your delicious plate of food, place your phone in a purse or pocket and engage. In the constant need of communication and the fast paced social media interactions, having the phone on the table screams that the phone is your guest, and not your physical one.  Taking a break off technology for some old fashioned conversation is the new wave.  As soon as the meal is over, then you can check the 56 likes and notifications you received on the pics of your crab legs.

6. Don’t try to build a romantic relationship over the text messages. Tinder, Bumble, POF, and the many other dating applications have made it very convenient to meet potential mates over the phone, but once you have had that icebreaker, what’s next?  This is a lazy approach to continue to court someone you are very interested in via text.  How would you know that you hate the way they chew without more in person interaction? I understand that sometimes many introverted people urge to date too.  Being standoffish and contacting via text message will only cause the other party to look the other way when they find someone who starts actually making plans with them. Getting to know a person takes physical contact, not sex, just physical chemistry. It’s important to see if a person’s energy matches yours.  Instead, call and say “I’m making breakfast, come by”, “ face time to ask them how their day went and analyze their facial expressions or plan a weekend date at the park to have some one on one.  Actions are proven to show great results in terms of dating and for the life of God, STOP TEXTING “WYD” !

7.  Stop asking a Black Woman if she is wearing a wig/weave.  * sigh *  The fact that I am saying this in 2019 is beyond me.  I love to change my hair up, as it gives me a sense of empowerment.  I grew up thinking my hair needed to be straightened and while there is nothing wrong with that, I have grown into acceptance of the hair that grows out of my scalp. I worked with a woman who always made a big deal about when I changed my hair. In our 9 am weekly meetings, she would broadcast to the entire staff that I have new hair.  I felt all eyes on my scalp, many wondering if it was grown out of my scalp or not.  This irritated the shit out of me. I am here to do a job, not to be discussed. Please do not ask a black woman, “Is all that your hair?”  You can be another black woman and do this, making it unacceptable. Unless that woman puts the information out there for your curiosity,  then please just don’t.  Purchasing an additional hairpiece is not anyone’s business.  A simple, “Your hair looks great!” compliment will suffice.  

8. Never, Ever, Ever, Ever, EVER tell someone they look like they gained weight! This is self explainatory.  I don’t have to go any further. Next person who tells me this, WILL get punched in the face. 

Now, this is just a few and I am confident there are many many more etiquette practices that we can live by.  If you know me personally, this is not a jab at you.  It’s simple rules to live by.  Let’s make the world a better and more caring place by practicing respect and love at all times.  Now, let me go sage my entire house and myself.  Time to meditate, pray and just observe. Happy Self Care Sunday!

[individuationfic]

Seeking to Seize Chapter 17

AO3

‘Is this really the time to be worrying about a school festival?’

Yosuke has the nerve to look offended. ‘The team needs the morale, Partner! As long as we keep checking the Midnight Channel, what’s the harm?’ They’re in Yu’s uncle’s living room doing homework, and even though Nanako is taking her bath upstairs and his uncle is at work, Yosuke keeps using sign language. It makes Yu feel warm. ‘You could use a distraction, too. I can tell how stressed you’ve been lately.’

Yu sighs, because Yosuke’s right. All this waiting makes him antsy. He almost wishes the killer would make a move so they could get a lead. But that’s probably a bad thing to hope for, so he doesn’t bring it up. Instead, he signs, ‘Is that why you signed the girls up for the pageant?’

‘The only other two people signed up were Hanako and Kashiwagi-sensei.’

Yu makes a face that makes Yosuke laugh. ‘Are teacher even allowed to do that?’

Yosuke shrugs. ‘There’s no rule against it. I think Kashiwagi-sensei is the only one who’s ever tried.’

‘How does she even still have a job?’ Yu asks. ‘If she were a male teacher, she would’ve been fired a long time ago.’

‘King Moron didn’t exactly give the school a lot of time to find a replacement. Besides,’ Yosuke adds, ‘we just have to deal with her for a few more months. She won’t be teaching third years next year, so we’re safe there.’

Yu’s heart almost stops. ‘Yosuke,’ he signs, fingers heavy, ‘I won’t be here for our third year. I’m going back to Tokyo.’

Yosuke’s face falls. “Oh, yeah,” he says aloud.

Lighthearted conversation effectively ruined, they return to their homework.

The group date café is just as awkward as Chie thought it would be. She doesn’t even get to sit across from Yukiko because the class rep is here, so she has to look at Kanji instead. At least Kanji’s trying, she thinks, suppressing the urge to glare at the class rep.

Then Yukiko answers a question with, “My favorite hobby is defeating Shadows,” and Chie’s stomach drops. Yosuke rushes to cover it up and Chie, to change the subject, says the girls will ask the next question. Yukiko asks, “What kind of girls do you like?”

Yu, who has been a little downtrodden, looks Yosuke in the eyes and signs, ‘Yosuke.’

Yosuke goes red and averts his eyes.

‘You didn’t seem too surprised about the crossdress pageant,’ Yukiko signs to Yu as they walk to the home ec. room to ghim changed. They’ve already done his make-up (not that he needed much—he’s pretty for a boy) and borrowed a silver wig from the drama club room. All that’s left is finding the perfect outfit.

Yu signs, ‘I figured some revenge was coming. Yosuke really railroaded you guys, and Kanji and I didn’t try to stop it.’

‘What were you thinking in terms of costume?’ Yukiko asks as she pushes the door to the home ec. room open.

Their eyes fall on it at the same time and they know.

Yosuke feels exposed in a way he really doesn’t like. “How do girls wear these?” he hisses at Chie, tugging at the bottom of the pink skirt he’s been forced into. “One wayward breeze and everyone will be able to see my nads!” He bends at the knees to scratch at his shins. “And these socks are itchy as hell!”

Chie gives him a quick smack on the arm. “Cut that out! You’ll flash everyone!”

“Well, you should’ve given me a longer skirt!”

“Stop complaining! I have to wear a bathing suit in front of the entire school thanks to you!”

“You’re scaring the emcee,” Rise says,  a laughing tone in her voice, and Yosuke and Chie turn around and see her walking up the short set of stairs leading from the floor to the stage, leading Kanji who is, for some reason, dressed like Marilyn Monroe. His knees are slightly bent and he keeps swinging his hips to watch the white skirt of his dress swirl around him. Yosuke can barely keep  himself from laughing.

Chie cranes her neck to look around them. “Where’re Yu and Yukiko?”

Rise shrugs. Kanji says, “Amagi-senpai says it’s gonna be a surprise,” in his usual deep voice, which is extremely inappropriate for his current appearance.

Rise’s phone buzzes, and she laughs when she reads the text. “Teddie is giving Naoto-san some trouble,” she says. “He wants winged eyeliner and they don’t know how to do it.” She flips her phone closed and tilts her head up to look at Kanji. “Do you mind if I run and help? I’ll be sure to vote for you even if I’m not back before the whole thing starts.”

Between the layers of makeup and the dimly-lit backstage it’s hard to tell, but Yosuke things Kanji is blushing. “Go help Naoto-san,” he says. “No one should stand alone against Teddie.”

Rise laughs again and scurries away. Chie glances at her own phone and says, “I better go, too. I gotta save a place for Yukiko when she finally shows up.” She levels a glare at Yosuke. “Don’t flash anyone!”

The emcee doesn’t wait much longer before he starts the pageant, even though Yu and Teddie still haven’t arrived. From his place off stage, Yosuke hears him ask “Kanji-chan,” “What would you say is your best feature?”

“My eyes,” Kanji replies, and the crowd laughs.

“An eloquent heiress of thee noble Junes,” the emcee says, “she’s pure disappointment from the moment she opens her mouth!” Ouch. Rude. “Presenting Yosuke-chan of the second year class two!”

Feeling more awkward than he’s ever felt in his life, Yosuke walks to stand next to Kanji and, meek, says, “Hi.”

The crowd gets noisy again, and Yosuke wants so badly to retreat. Calm yourself, Jiraya says in his mind. This moment will not define you unless you let it. Relax. Let yourself have some fun with this.

He takes a deep breath and nods, mostly to himself. When the emcee asks if he normally dresses like this, he giggles and says, “It’s not my usual style. The skirt is a little too short for my taste.” And this time, when the crowd laughs, Yosuke somehow knows they’re not laughing to be mean—they’re laughing because they think he’s funny.

“We’re laughingstocks up here!” Kanji hisses in his ear over the din.

“No,” says Yosuke, “we’re the only ones with enough balls to go through with this.”

The emcee suddenly brightens. “She has the mildly bitter tang of the city,” he says, “and her lack of a voice has only made her more endearing! Presenting our transfer student who’s been breaking hearts in the second year class two, Yu-chan!”

It’s instinct that drives Yosuke to turn his head, so seek Yu out, and his heart drops when his partner comes into view.

Because Yu looks goddamn beautiful.

It’s obvious he and Yukiko took this more seriously than the others. He’s wearing a light colored kimono detailed with a likeness of Mt. Fuji, and his silver wig has been styled and pinned into place with an ornate hair ornament. He carries himself with a dignity Yosuke didn’t think was possible when crossdressing. How is he so pretty? he asks himself.

Jiraya says, You should tell him how you feel before someone else takes him away from you.

Him being gay doesn’t mean he’ll like me! Yosuke retorts. You’re the one who told me that!

If you think this is the same kind of situation, you are far more oblivious than I thought.

You’re supposed to be on my side here!

I am. You just don’t see it yet.

Then Teddie blazes onto the scene dressed up like Alice in Wonderland, and Yosuke is jarred from his thoughts for the time being.

No one’s particularly surprised when Rise wins the real pageant. She knows the boys and Naoto-san tried to spread their votes evenly between her, Chie-senpai, and Yukiko-senpai, but the rest of the school didn’t care. And, sure, maybe she used some of her Risette charm, but she’s a competitive girl. So sue her.

She and the other girls put their school uniforms back on and they meet up with the rest of the team. Rise grabs one of Kanji’s arms and one of Naoto-san’s, linking them together in a chain. “The festival’s almost over. What should we do now?”

Before anyone can answer her, Yu-senpai’s uncle drops Nanako-chan off with them. She’s delighted; she loves Nanako-chan. Everyone on the team does. It’d be hard not to love such a cute, innocent little girl. Nanako-chan hangs onto Yu-senpai’s pant let as they discuss what to do next, and when Yukiko-senpai offers the inn and hotsprings to them, she smiles hard and wide enough to shame the sun.

Kanji-kun swings Nanako-chan up on his shoulders as they walk to the bus stop, with Naoto-san walking on one side and Rise on the other. “Do you want to take a bath with the girls or with the boys?” Rise asks Nanako-chan.

Nanako-chan screws up her face to think and says, “The girls. Onii-chan already takes a bath with me sometimes if I’m really sad, so I wanna try taking a bath with girls for a change!”

A thought suddenly occurs to Rise and she leans forward to look at Naoto-san. “Who do you feel comfortable bathing with?”

Naoto-san opens their mouth to reply, but Nanako-chan interrupts. “Naoto-niichan should take a bath with the other boys!”

Kanji-kun looks ready to say something when Naoto-san speaks instead. “Nanako-chan,” they say, “I look like a girl, and I dress like a boy, but I don’t feel like either. Since the Amagi Inn only has girl bath times and boy bath times, Rise-san wants to know when I would like to take my bath.”

Nanako-chan seems confused. “If you’re not a boy, I can’t call you Naoto-niichan, and if you’re not a girl, I can’t call you Naoto-neechan. What can I call you, then?”

And Rise can’t help but laugh, because of course that’s what Nanako-chan would be worried about.

There’s something a little strange about Onii-chan’s friends, Nanako thinks.

They’re all very nice! They treat her well, not like a nuisance like her dad’s work friends do sometimes. But none of them really look like they should be friends. Nanako has never seen a TV show where a delinquent becomes friends with an idol, or where the son of a big store like Junes becomes friends with a detective. But her teachers always say not to judge based on looks, so maybe this is actually normal.

Then she gets in the bath with some of them.

It’s the girls’ turn first, so Nanako lets Onii-chan help her into her yukata when they get to the big room everyone is sharing. He smiles at her like he’s saying “Have fun!” and she’s whisked off by the girls and Naoto-san. (Nanako doesn’t like calling them “Naoto-san.” It makes them sound old, like someone her dad would go drinking with. She has to find something else to call them.)

After they wash, Yukiko-neechan helps her put her hair up so it doesn’t get in the hot water. “You can wear your towel in the water,” she says as she tucks one corner of Nanako’s fluffy white towel against her skin to keep it secure, “but you don’t have to.” Nanako notices that Yukiko-neechan’s towel is a lot looser than her’s. She probably won’t wear it in the bath.

Rise-neechan doesn’t even bother wrapping her towel around herself. She just holds it against her front to hide her bathing suit parts. Her skin is really pretty, Nanako notices. Pale, no moles or freckles. Is her skin nice because she’s an idol? Or is she an idol because her skin is nice?

Nanako pauses at the edge of the bath, and, after some deliberation (seeing all the other girls doing it), drops her towel.

Rise-neechan, she sees, is the only one with perfect skin.

It’s not as obvious with Naoto-san, because they’re still wearing their towel, but everyone but Rise-neechan has scars. They’re small, for the most part, little silvery lines almost completely faded. If they weren’t all naked, Nanako would have never noticed. Chie-neechan has the biggest; it’s in the middle of her chest, where a bathing suit that wasn’t a bikini would cover it, and it looks kind of like a burn mark.

No one talks about the scars. They talk about how soft Naoto-san’s skin is, or exams, or the school festival, but no one mentions the scars.

Anything but the scars.

So, yeah, Onii-chan’s friends are a little strange, because the girls and Naoto-san are all so pretty and pretty people shouldn’t have scars.

[ofalsehoods-archive]

EPIC RAP BATTLES OF VOLTRON HISTORY: LANCE VS. LOTOR

tagging @aquasoared @el-tira-dor @bluechose @solarshooter and every other lance bC WHY NOT

LANCE. What’s up, Lotor Should I rip you open fast or slow-tor Motherfuckers got nothing on my flow-tor I’m so lit, I light you like a blow torch!

You’re one mad bitch, one bad freak You’re the kind I like to punch out all week Your claim for peace and wig game? Weak Don’t look at me when I’m on fleek

I’m a hero who gets all the girls You’re transparent as your plot unfurls Even glass isn’t this much see through Outsmarted by an Earth kid! Who knew?

We all know what you want quintessence for You got no idea what the hell’s in store Connive and corrupt, you're not gonna last We’re Voltron and we’re coming in fast!

LOTOR. You’ve chosen anger? I pity thee. Playing right into my hands then, I see. I bid you welcome to a reality Where the future all lies here with me.

Your thoughts on peace are so juvenile Like your kind, ill-formed and infantile This new Emperor whom you so revile Will show you your place in the rank and file!

You liberate, then you fly away Those worlds then fall apart in every way You speak like prosperity is child's play What will you do when you can't save the day?

You think you know how things ought to be But revolution doesn't mean that the people are free Trust in my hand and the rule of law Salute me, human! VREPIT SA!

LANCE. I won't bow to you, I see you lyin' I'll beat you bluer than my Blue Lion I know that people want their freedom back 10k years old and you don't know jack!

The only reason your plan hasn't blown up: You fight harder than anyone will blow ya So, daddy issues, whatchu gonna do You don't even have a mother to go crying to!

LOTOR. Your parents will love you, so long As they don't see the truth: you came out wrong Admit it, your friends play you like a song Take yourself off the team where you don't belong!

You want the truth? You would not survive Knowing Voltron's better off with you dead than alive You think you're a savior? You don't fool this elf How many can you save if you can't save yourself?

WHO WON? WHO’S NEXT?

YOU DECIDE!

kill me this took too long to rehearse

[summerrrluvvv]

Chapter 3

Music featured in this chapters: 

Cranes in the sky by Solange

Crew by Gold Like ft Brent Faiyaz and Shy Glizzy

Yesirrrskii by Lil Uzi Vert ft 21 Savage

Act Up by City Girlz

Cash Shit by Meg Thee Stallion

Miami: Day 2

Ariana:

“Uhhhhhhh what the fuck” I groaned waking up. I had a huge headache and my stomach was on fleek. I still had on my fit from the night before, my damn wig was barely hanging on. “Bro what the fuck man” I said taking off my wig. I got up and got undressed and into the shower, which did not last long because I needed some medicine ASAP. “Rise and Grind girls” Melody came in happily. “Mel why did you not help me out my clothes?” I asked her. “Uh we all passed out in here. I got up in got in my bed and i guess we all just took showers” She said drinking out of a coffee mug. “What is that?” I asked. “Hangover Tea, Tye made” She said. I laid back down. “Tell Tye Tye to bring me up some” I told her. “Ari you can’t sleep in all day today is the yacht party” Mel said. I almost threw up thinking about being seasick and hungover. “When can we rest?” I asked. Melody looked at me crazy. “Miami never sleeps, shake that hangover off so we can drink again” She said. “Ima go get your tea” She told me closing my door. I sighed at the idea of getting fucked up again. I rolled over and grabbed my phone. “I want you so bad” I see. I had remembered that Marlon crazy ass messaged me last night. Tye came walking in with my mug. Melody was right behind her. “Okay now that we all in here except Zion ass, we need rules” She said. Melody groaned. “Boring” She said smiling as Tye playfully pushed her. “Aight so, basically rule #1 is always always get lit, #2 is never worry about yo girls get the Dick sis but send us your location so if shit go down you know #3 No sad girl shit, no mopping #4 if bitches try us they try us all and that’s the rules I love you hoes” She said laughing. “Not the ditch your friends for the D” I said laughing. “Well Zion completed #2, and I’m get on her ass too. Saying this trip all about my girl’s face ass” Tye said. “Yall um I think I seen Isaac last night” Melody said. “And I oop” Tye responded. “Are you sure we were drunk as fuck” I said to her. She nodded. “I know what Isaac looks like and his friends you know Freddie and Trey” She said. I nodded, “Well don’t let that ruin your trip fuck Isaac” I said. “She going to fuck Isaac alright” Tye said smirking. “Nooo Im not” Mel said. “Ima get me a new boo”. I clapped for her. “You see that, growth” I said imitating Kelly from insecure. Tye looked at me as Melody walked out. “She happy as fuck on the inside” I started laughing. “Shut up!”.

 After our little house meeting. I decided to take a run in our Airbnb subdivision. I always ran to clear my head especially after a hangover, Thank God Tye got me that tea. I took a break, caught my breath, and took a sip of my water. I see a Convertible pull up near me, and the top lifted off, revealing some sexy light skin guy. He started talking to me, but I had my headphones in listening to “Cranes In The Sky” by Solange. I took my earphones out. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you” I said smiling. He laughed a little. “I was saying damn it rare we see such beauty in this area, normally got to wait till you hit the beach” He said. I rolled my eyes playfully. “Uh boy” I said. He smiled at me. “I’m Anthony” He said. His voice was so whew lord. “Ariana” I said. “Call I call you Ari or RiRi for short?” He asked. I shook my head. “Nigga I don’t know you like that” I told him placing my hand on my hip. He laughed. “Feisty little thing, aight I dig it. Hopefully, I see you around, Ri” He winked at me before pulling off. I cheesed all the way to house cause that man was an Angel. “Girls, Ladies, Bitches I seen a fine ass man on my run. I’m talking GQ fine” I said blushing. Melody and Tye came out they room and looked over the staircase balcony we had in the house. “And?” Tye said. “His name is Anthony and he stays over here I guess; He has a nice ass car and he called me Ri” I said cheesing. They just looked at me. “Number?” Melody asked. I bit my lip and shook my head. “He just said, see you around Ri” I said smiling. Melody and Tye laughed. “Well at least it aint that nigga Marlon” Tye said. “We gone go to every door and find him” Mel said. I started laughing. “Ima get me some Anthony” I said. “You better” Tye said. I could not stop squealing about that man.

  Zion:

I woke up to sun beaming bright as fuck in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the sun. I turned over to see I was in bed with Kyrel from last night. I palmed my face. I got up and grabbed my shit. He rolled over and looked at me. “Good morning Beautiful” He said. Normally I would cringe at any nigga telling me that, but it made me slightly smile. “Hey, I’m sorry. Last night shouldn’t have happened” He said. I looked at him. “Yeah, I didn’t want you to feel like it was a one-night stand. I really dig you and I want to see you again if that’s okay” He said to me. I nodded. “I would like that” I simply said smiling. Normally my ass would say something smart, but his energy was different. “Let me get my ass up, so I can make sure you get home okay” He said. A man! I thought. These niggas in Atlanta do not even care if I made it home unless they thirsty as fuck. He got dressed and we got in his car. “I see money all around me, I feel like I’m the man. But I was done and out like last week tell me where have you been? You came out of hiding girl. Don’t act like I’m your man, you just a fan, don’t hold no rank” He sang along. He looked over at me smiling. “What?” He asked. I giggled. “Nothing, you just cute. I guess” I said. He put his hand up to me like a mic. “Come on sing it with me” He said. I laughed. “I see money all around me, I feel like I’m the man. But I was done and out like last week tell me where have you been? You came out of hiding girl. Don’t act like I’m your man, you just a fan, don’t hold no rank” We sang turnt in the car. “Aye see” He said. I playfully pushed him. “Got me slipping out here” I told him. He started laughing. We pulled up to my Vacay house and just sat in the car. “So, Ima take you out Wednesday if that’s okay?” He asked. I looked at him crazy “And where we are going sir?”. He smiled. “It’s a suprith” He said in a funny voice. “Aight We gone see about that” I said laughing. He leaned over and pulled my face towards his and we started kissing. His lips tasted so nice; it was about to be a Tsunami in this car. I had to go. I pulled back. “Thank you for the ride, home and to sleep” I said laughing. He smirked. “Keep your phone on you” He said. I got out the car and waived bye. I walked into the house and Ariana met me at the door. “Its 2pm Mam, where have you been young lady?” She said with her hands on her hip. “I went to see a man about a horse” I casually said. “Irrrrr ok” Ari said making a funny noise. Tye came downstairs in her swimsuit looking like a goddess. “Okay I see you” I said. She twirled around. “Inches on Inches baby”. Melody came down after her in her swimsuit. “Yeahhhh get intoooo itttttt” She said holding Patron in her hand. “Okay Ari I see you too girl” I said gassing up my girls. “Bitch go get motherfucking dressed; our ride will be here soon” Tye said. I ran upstairs got in the shower and got myself all the way together. That took almost 2hrs. “Zion! Hurry up!” Tye yelled. “Im coming!” I yelled. “Ooh Z you look good girl” I told myself. I did a little twerk, and scurried downstairs before them hoes leave me. “Dick got you taking yo time huh?” Melody said. I playfully pushed her. “Shut up, I have yall know that Kyrel is a gentleman okay, and he is fine as fuck. He laid it down good as hell, Yall I’m let him go because he gone fuck me up” I said. Ari sucked her teeth in. “You better get you that gentlemen peen” She said. I almost spit out my water. “Bitch, I almost died” I said laughing. “Shots!” Tye said. “I’m not uh uh, only a little Tye” Ari said. We all took shots before we headed into the party bus.

  Melody:

“Hit your main bitch, yessirskii, Doin' donuts in the six, yessirskii. You got engaged but she still wanna slurpskii” Lil Uzi “Yessirskii” played as we walked onto the Yacht. I never been on no Yacht before and bitch this shit was a dream come true, another lit drunk night for me Yesssiiirrr. My girls and I were twerking our ass off. “Fuck it up Tye!” We yelled as Tye twerked on the opening of the boat. “I always wanted to do that” She said taking more shots. We were eating and Ari and Tye were smoking, just enjoying the vibes. 2 hours had passed, and we had drunk 2 bottles of Patron. I felt more fucked up then I did last night. The movement of the boat was causing my world to spin, and I needed to sit the fuck down, ASAP! “You good Mel?” Tye asked high as fuck. “No girl I feel sick as fuck” I said. She took me downstairs to lay on a random ass bed. No matter how much I stayed still the rocking of the boat was making me feel nauseous. I got up to look for a bathroom. “Fuck” I said realizing this room had no bathroom. I stumbled to quickly find one before I threw up in these people’s boat. As I was moving fast but woozy, I bumped into somebody. “Sorry” I said. I felt hands around me. “Yo you good?” I heard. I looked up seeing the beautiful man, but I was so messed up I did not care. I shook my head “No” I could feel the vomit rising. I tried to get out of his way, but he was trying to check on me, and what I feared most happened. I could not hold it in, and I threw up all over him. I could not stop it just kept coming. “Bro what the fuck!” He yelled. “I’m sorry” I said faintly before I knew it my eyes got heavy and I passed out.

  Tye:

“Real ass bitch gives a fuck about a nigga big Birkin bag hold 5,6 figures stripes on my ass so he calls this pussy tiger, fucking on a scamming ass rich ass nigga. Same group of bitches aint no adding to the picture” All of us girls were screaming the lyrics at the top of or lungs. “You check on Mel?” Ari asked. I looked at her crazy and hurried downstairs, because niggas is weird. When I got down there, I seen she was wrapped in the blankets on the bed. “This your friend?” I heard behind me. I turned around to see a fine ass black man wrapped in a towel. I nodded. “Yeah she didn’t feel good, I’m sorry I will get her up” I said. He shook his head. “Nah, she good this my boat so she straight. She must be sick or something she threw up all over me bruh” He said. I guess that explains the towel. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry” I said. He laughed, “It’s cool if it was anybody else they have to get the fuck off, I had my home girl clean her up and I put her in here, so yall enjoy the party. Here is the key to this room just check on her when you need too” He told me. I smiled “Thanks”. I locked Melody in and went back upstairs to go see Samar.

 “Hey stranger” Samar said as I walked over to him DJing. “When we gone be able to kick it?” I asked. He looked at me confused. “What you mean nigga? we are kicking it now” He said I rolled my eyes. “Samar I’m talking like how we do back home we in Miami nigga lets kick shit have fun” I said. He nodded. “Aight movie night at my house, bring the liq I got the wings and the weed” He said. I smiled at that idea. “Aight cool motherfucker” I said just dancing to the music slick coming down from being lit. “Here drink this and come over here” Samar told me. I took the shot and came near his mixing station. “Okay now what?” I asked. He smiled. “You gone learn how to mix for a little minute”. I was excited, “Bitch I’m a star, I got these niggas wishing. He says he hungry this pussy the kitchen, yeah he my dog he going to sit down and listen call him a drink and he don’t get offended” He clicked on some buttons then went to his computer. He brought the mic over to me. “Say something” He smiled. “I don’t feel like yall lit enough for me, let me run that shit back!” I yelled on the mic. Samar ran it back. “Bitch I’m a star, I got these niggas wishing. He say he hungry this pussy the kitchen, yeah he my dog he going to sit down and listen call him a drink and he don’t get offended” Every female sang. I got happy as hell. For the whole party that is all we were doing, I am surprised they aint pay me the fuck. After, the boat owner helped us get Melody on the bus, and Samar pulled me to this side. “Do me a favor bro, don’t be out here wilding with these Miami cats okay?” He said to me. “Can it just be yall girls chilling and shit?” He asked. I busted out laughing. “Samar, I’m grown sir you don’t have to worry about me honey, I’m good” I said. He looked at me annoyed. “Tye, I’m trying to be like a big bro and be protective but okay city girl Tye” He said. I shrugged. “Thanks bro” I said rolling my eyes. Nigga fuck yo big brother face ass, the fuck. He hugged me and said bye to everyone on the bus. I see him go talk to some Randoms. Typical Nigga shit. I pull out my phone a text Julian.

[libidomechanica]

Passion you departed, every one, into thee his neare ouerthrow

A ballad sequence

               I

A dull defensive war. Cupids     dart an image should be broken lily lies—the stony     British stare. Your girl was

always to blaw! The true that good     god make no pretence. Looking for Lebanon in the child     holds her green complete,

however she came to his gray shadow,     once I gave love: now I pray thee sink no moment pushing     to Conclusion. Dry;

no tear could now is come again,     and the way! All new successions of thought upon the rocks,     annihilation, this

our time, socked in every word but     mouth, when alone, puffed vp with pleasaunce: but little helpe to     harme thereof spends all his

might from the East, and gall. Passion     you departed, every one, into thee his neare ouerthrow.     Remember yours like a

wig. And limped downstairs in the acres     of garnered fruit, is waste; the regions on, while still     temptation follow her one

poem which hath no name, doth points     of morning of their white told my wrinkle. It is snowing     it, that now vnnethes their

eyes did seemed as happy pieties,     that kindles red. The soul out to the bed. And sware deuoutly     then, the crystal seek,

but for souls—the poor sodger’s wealthy     men, who care not a stone to pick up and downe dyd lye.     Of pale-mouth’d prophet dreaming

rills we travel. The Moor; and     for thou dost go, since you found? So spake this, a mute and sank     to the sky the long-wish’d-

for end, full of rules. How tall it     anything we wander, to thee wither in the red dress     shall call me ungentle,

unfair, I long’d so heartily     then, the pith, like corpse. Walking of the dead; into all: the     true gods sigh for the breath

was its earthly guest! Display thy     beauty morn by morn; I earth gone nearer. And when dead I’ll     be thy grave. Which to help

them achieve and revelled in     my palm nothing dwells in me but snow and icicles. My     glass shall I believe him

thy choir, and birds, and beneath,     and innocent. So long ago; and I am desolate     and he stops under

your advice, to melt this the Wine,     the music of the hours of thee the Dead; now made of perfumed     tincture of the rail.

               II

But with expected guest had slain.     Dear and fears, and thaw this is in me it bides: my true-     love hath mask’d—a Power in some untrodden regions on,     while turbidly ran, and

take a car again in to that     ’twere profanation also may comes, and the ranckorous     rigour of his Wit wouldest thought dead; A pardlike Spirit     with tears? But, lovers, children

here now, no force; she seemed to     live. For this my love whose soul of that cannot do that I     can; he’s peevish an’ jealous o’ a’ the night went shouting     Hál! They never lost, and

many hours: her hair—clasp your fame!     Thy mountain, the blossom blows, come with inharmonious sighs,     half in dreams I sorrow. Sleep robb’d me of that heat running     of the sky ascendancy,

are deaf that liberty commits,     when the stars above, and when she charms, to enflesh my     flower leaned aside, his honor: the blame out of a girl,     whose quietness a rosy

sanctuary will I gladly     thee see, What deaf and viperous murdering among     the hill. Then, fixing still and Ocean I sit upon the     sea, or a juggler hates

the Universe every-dayness     of noble heart that ran men’s Ears with the winters, reigneth     in my Ear till she hateth the ever-beating hands from     upper air, gaily through

the proud spirit seem. And dark ivy-     tresses grew Princess Diana. And I wonder if     April, and beauties do think that the flower by some care     he tooke: well couth he tune

his flock, that I am helpless     I’d have his. We’ll searching ban, splashing round her host, that     April would have left full thirst of all being, something on     my Bed, my wag, if the

waves the way. I could feign, because     you still true-hearted; tho’ poor in gear, we’re rich in the landlord’s     red-lipped daughter. Is flashing and there shadowing the     good backe, and shadow of

white robe before my pype, and buikit     and wan’d the bonie glen, where thou art a fon, of three gods,     whose glories dart scrutinizing snakes upon all, and thus     may stain whence it was always

snow she seemed to the hunter’s     choice is love’s long as I am witless. Crawls on the sheath     the broad main doth worship thy dear life was given, all my     name, no heat the morning

rise to bless the dark kept its rest,     these tuneless numbers, wrung of leaves that long purple moor,     a red-coat troop came marched for he was bald,&wasted me, and     the many a loathe the

street, last year, I caught to be scorn     the forest’s noonday. To other, when you could sufferance,     and the Pope is Catholic the wind through and probably a million     leaves flames of youth,

immortal strain comes their masked buds; out     of her mouth alit, the pure spirit that though her casement     broken? How do we come to seruewe his gray shadow     flits before Thee in the

waves upon his hand in a haze     of incipient fire drum, the one Spirit with expected     fade, die to the lowring Wether looks them through the coming     something evening must

usher night by Night her mantle     thou shalt—as now. By Night her mantle mard, where, after vpon     a day or night and rehearsal of all that shall meet! I     looked at his sister’s hats.

               III

Marched forth at evening must usher night, we watchman     ever; quo’ she, A sodger ance I lo’ed, forgetful of all thy land, who turns round the     wisest tongue-tied, speak they shrink and that

to me a livelier emerald twinkle, his     body bent, his face grew a bragging more such outrage, crauing youth and air and shining the     golden dreams. It would give invisible

Corruption wails for thy sweet deaths are smooth she     trips along the snake Memory stung, from death. In days far-off fireworks, gaily through blissful     gentle band rose, rob’d in death, and

the casual solitude and ye forest boughs, all     the Echoes, in thy affairs suppose it is! Be gain’d. You with art’s flames of her narrow     bed. Thy wooing voice, thy lute, the Chess

of Sorrow which now bene myne, to other clipp’d     her profuse locks of vowels, exact use of woes; your servant once seabeate, will never noticed     you. And just as soon as breathing

to explain—If I were the river; and he heard     the roses gules are gone before take delight and Strength for Fear. To bring its Ear such     years I must glow a bud in your truth.

Has power, fairing the market I steal, a wasted,     and from the stake, the corse bene the hours of the facts. Beneath, he had to mumble     through, the sweet; but trepidation of

a demon, be not afraid of the afternoon     and only way, since each had a juice in it, hoping the long breeze that hour with love simply     wears away. Who was surprised by

death. Driving in his face burned, ere I wail, the vapours     choke the green cornfield did pass, feeds, like joy in memory yet. Swift as a kissogram.     And chide the faint companions of

sweet coming to young people? Alas!—Riding—the     regions of though heauenly part ought therewith my bootless fancies were beaten with my     foe: I told it that nowe it auales.

               IV

Where the pith, like slow fire upon     all, and there, thro’ the wing, when youthful fancy. I never     stopped for he is sitting Boy, since on a flea-ridden day     when holy water from

the Green; but his burthens binde. A     breaking sense. Of all to Love that can a young again: find     that cup of wonder how the resemblance which now behold,     thy present moan? Alas!

               V

Convulsive rapture of my dream!     And call life pleasure thee, yearning to thee, phillis the brain     to brain, and, on thee,

Cynara! Because I am afraid.     But why thy odour matcheth not kneel for whom she came;     and what it is told; and,

after than Phoebe’s sapphire     melts in bliss, maud made me divinest anguisht with glance aside     that seems that just now

I though their throng! Over the     washbasin of my hate. And just as soon as the scream below;     but for the reeds by the

sweete Nighting they loue thilke lasse, alas     why am I lorne? Clinging in its object on whether     than you, beautiful

as the city, and wearing them,     so that ’twere possible sometime absent from book myche to     define—nor Love—although

they lie still cries, the landlord’s daughter,     and all my best is not to let the woman is the     growne fast his burthens binde.

               VI

With weakness—it can scarcely seen,     the humbled thought the actors or speech about wives. The sad     account of foot, Philoctetes

in woman’s form, limping     the landlord’s daughter, plaiting the breeze that ear which folly     once fired, how pale is

that claims of it then, with little     him as a smile the while sleeper on her cheeks. Numbering     ilka bud which way back

to walk away, leauing me into     another. Should proved us one. The wandering dawn, behold     these shelves hold up the

moonlight be feign’d, and thou Air, in     darkness music and moss and times delay and whom he taught     Grief made the carefull

case that’s how much more dear. With a     bunch of lace at his burthens binde. When, waking Wit I question     with you ponder and

his rine, his weary nights with scarce     espied: mid hush’d, cool-rooted flowers, was this; my lovely     youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d.

No graces can your gaze, and     see if it’s in those disdain shepheards God, that vnbitted though     you woulds’t, when asleep. The

trees, whose soul of Nature bankrupt     is, beggar’d of bloosmes, when he came scuffing in the North     wind blow, the delicious

East, far-folded mists, and its crescent     Moons a Full; and then my heart away complaining Love     that an Eleventh

Avenue might reade those who made yon     sun and some sad maiden grace impiety, that they quitten     him over, the delight?

               VII

Till it bore not soar where it but     her casement ope at night arise; come, come, leave the trodde     in the melancholy

the curtaines of Desolation     far fluttering band will stop its waves might from the cold     blowes throbbed to hear

my oracle of wasted time     I see the breath, the purple blossom’d gable-ends at the     amorous birds fly, and

even Despaire hath lost: thy Ewes,     that renewed might. Pendulum. Funeral directed? Its     platinum loops shrink ashamed

in symbiotic lichen     in the backyard licks us. He cuts the breache: my hartblood     is wot, the most irksom

night with feeble flocke he led it     EVIL.—Blows eight at a time from the Grace he gave the treasured     motion, it was my

loving, nay of conscience is born     of love couldn’t see ourselves cannot admit of absence and     troubled midnight at noon;

and Maud is as blank and barbarous     opulence jewel-thick sunn’d itself warm in their hearing,     I dow nocht but glow’r, sighing

ruth. Ripples on in light, when     Adonais, like her, none. Light; i’ll come out of that hung from     a centre, dart thy selfe

haue I worne out thrise through the dust!     A fathomless lake, stay as tall as I would awake to     the Eyes of Older Men.

You are lost, and when first blossomes     fayre, and snebbe the pride o’ her grief, as if embalmed even     Road, and gentle force,

so that to thee: ah Christ’s—oh! Man—     so glorious eyes were gazing downe, is trodden paths of     men or pass beyond the

good Oake, pitiable form that     I can euer that cleave them! Your shirt is at rest with a     fugitive resentment in

his father rais’d his Houri-faced     Musicians, and, for the stake, the only passed the brain that     we want. Let sad misfortune

and marr’d and marvelously     squished. The hart, hind, and disconsolate, thy mandolin.     Over his sleep themselves;

and sphere half-hid in death’s dateless     blot on a remember: falling evening, it will cling     to some still unexcavated

hole called it forthwith: his     wonder how the reed with wormes light vpon my Nancy, I     though shadow-like as of

old, my bird with smiling cherry.     In middle of gelt, embost with eternal, measure thee,     phillis the witching up.

               VIII

Had there fell and Ocean and feeds     her in her hears nor sees; rolled round thee return, turn again     in to thee. Whose naked

Armes stretches back down into ten     black, composed? Thy maysters mind is bent, thy mantle black waves     off this Ambitious brere,

for pale rage, nor power, fairing     th’ unwilling Despaire hath no name, Bannockburn,     Passchendaele, Babi Yar,

Vietnam. More life of truest     breathing to bring its worthiness of the hay-field yellow     her on one’s own Heart’s Blood.

               IX

In the old mysterious     glimmering Incarnations life’s bliss is intellectual     things here the air is cool

and blessed that I would be us,     and gleaming round the forest that fill with tears or with white;     when the sun when I wake,

my dreams, goodnight Upon her bell     there keen stars above, and, all along the Three-feathered grass     is spread; kiss me, dear friends.

               X

That night, but I was ouerawed.     Or out of a man: the landlord’s daughter, plaiting a ding,     ding; sweet lovers love that

the rash deed. And seven more loves     attend each night and given in either childhood? And brere     with the skies are riven!

And does her head she scar-tissue     she handed slumbers should be ashamed of all. A goat stirs     with thy tears, and wild and

draw out you. Of the Marksmen of     the river. What strength to his Lord, and payne. My Brother side;     his face, a gray old woman;

and thee that good old man never     breed the old age black hair. Make answer this? Than an Ant’s     eye; and I am but

twenty-five? It is not Hobbinol,     thy guide, shines in a chart my little hands for someone     might say, This is the

temptation thrives on contradiction,     and her smile and for fair Salámán and Absál out of     the night with points of night’s

gloomy shades, cloudy seas. Your face     ablaze, yearning appear. They climb, in which cannot pass away.     Elevated by

the proud spirit tender, the     liberty commits, when I arrived. The rank smell too young lassie     is glaikit wi’ mae

nor me. It’s a kind of war where     lang I’d been a thing coming to your old bad dreams I     sorrow marry. Tho’ poor

in gear, we’re rich in heaven that     shall be blest that he seeke with care. My sunny fields are, her     brother’s right badge is but

a humble knapsack a’ my wealthy     men, who care not a tear some ease, yet cannot loue should     admit. When I get stopped

noticing until you may, Woo’d     and mair we’se ne’er was a louder gale has roused the Oake cast     him the ostler listened.

               XI

Through the dull defensive war. The     herded wolves, bold only pretty ring time, where you may be,     now! Of something else is

stile. There I would have his, by just     exchange and pain, because it is frozen,—o dool on the     heart in two. That overlook’d

about me shattered. I wander     may; goe then in the stars, thou betray my noble though     his destiny, he who

would I fear, that the working out.     Open doors for thy transfuse with a banner, therefore. Blew     out his clear, diffuse the

heathy mountain roe, with capsules     in my brand; to keepe good man noulde stay his prize, and shake, as     witness all with a glassy

smile couldn’t see ourselves, supreme,     a ghostly galleon tossed upon fold upon the belt.     And in my palm nothing

gainst Time’s scythe candid temple thou     are lost, and I so wood1 that a matter to make arrangements     with her shining sleep;

Princess Dust to the op’ning day;     nor, when they ever is to the sweet odour matcheth not     all grace affright! And fixing

there fell forthwith bade my tongues,     and gleaming halls of his young lassie, what was its music     has power to be true?

And are betrothed to change and     Winters wrath of their lot and we still have; and the reed, far     in the rash deed. Shapes the

boundless curl of white as wax and     praying me, I answer given: I hold his visage hide,     stealing unseen to west

with soft delightful skill, that ever     grew beside an English fire. They woxe, and years behind     the world where it is a

dying year; like incarnation     of the sweet by the sullen earth my Emma lay; and ye     forests, cease to flow. That

you require. And there lies stellas     fair. It is a thing comfort wring. And eke tenne thousand     sitting graunt that northern

shore, or herdsman’s horn, or bell at     closde-vp sence was held, in opend sense it flies bene starue.     The inherited sin

on your hands, now you with that fair     face oh look at the parent to yourself—first This nigh wasted     time I see your hair.

               XII

” They cry, doe you delight is thee.     For a raven ever for a courted: wha spied I but     to pleasure for the apple

bright. There fell and trip when I     get stopped noticing until I heartbreak him and there where     behinde! On the Good,

defining itself be more such Jugling     he doth bear to mount, and did yielded, with blossomes,     to show her plan; i’ll cross

him an’ wrack him, until its spacious     Speech many a summer since gods sigh for these last, What     soul would show it dearly!

               XIII

That and what it is frozen cheek.     And thus with cold and rocked the Oake cast him yet recover.     From trees and fields are green

access will hold my wrath, my wrath     of Wisdom round her like a cloud, it faded, like clouds, were     still have to roam. Cold in

the Sword and vain the same Fountain     of a dance, and see your worlds of golden mystery of     mist on an autumnal

Night, as that ear which we seek—the     hand. First crack your boughes doe only wake without my Lover,     were in his best displayes,

yet of the while that is finished.     And another in chase, cries to catch thy mountains steep     hill’s edge they track’d the Chess

of noble thou kenst little good,     so vainely taduance that all to helpe to hate me     The bodie bigge, and me!

               XIV

Knees. All baser things below, beat     with black hair from variation of the women’s flesh while     he types; Yes; and weep, and

wild and so right, o’er the jewel has     chang’d to fragments of morning fountain, that o’er the dead. And     made my tongues, the sky, with

many a thing to fear. Agape,     he observes the certain stakes I gained, and some rough blissful     gentlemen. Down the year?

Would die; for strong Hours indignant     work’d the Wine, and look! Far; past land and tremble; in looks at     the grass and thou vnlucky

Muse, that April would know. Because     you with shot, here all cover’d with inharmonious sighs, the     City’s voice most happy.

               XV

And still his might, that heard on the     painting imitate his old boughes were all is fled; in     the manor; but onely doe him call when Winter gan     to approche, the game you play at is not help, come let us     play, and her arms are

smooth and Beauty in which to flatt’ry     so listen, so lustlesse bene the King of his faint     note of lust and grieve at grievances foregone, and knows, and     griding what power by the steam floats up from thy braine     emperished bee through the

Lord of Heaven were drizzling rain;     and only pretty country lang—take pity on a sudden,     fainting with your glasses and look! Little prospect of     a habit—blows eight at a time flowing over the same     recure, am like for

desperate doole to dye, thro’     the forest there by zephyrs, streams with capsules in my case?     I saw the cold blowes throbbing quicker than you, beautiful     as the same, and was a louder gale has roused the rocks,     and more than a toothache

hurts. The eye: the martyrs burnt me     so, that have lost two cities, lovely: he doth make, of his     fate and red uprose their mossy homes in vaine, that whistled     and lonely Hell. In spring. With all that now vnnethes the     brother, said thus, crying

still true Lover-like this, which all     that was a beggar needs a crutch, and married and who should     achieve the studious hours in me, that created two     into one pink casket, those thunder is roll’d; for a hundred     Aristotles bow;

oh Thou Jewel of Creation thrive     and Instrument; so all my name I am amazed you     I love; but if he plants a big houses probes wounds for Sin.     With power Loue bring to bring it was. With many a thing     admir’d! Our life—this stile.

               XVI

Tinkling, but they’re given its own.     Winged boy I knew. And my galage growne fast his frozen,—o     dreary’s the swallow that I am: and in light, I’ve far     to gang, and me rules with nozzle search through the skies. In days     long looks, staid feet, and the

ghost abandoned on the Lip of     Youth as the blest with the floor. Gay the little helpe then in     my murmurs not, her light dissolved in silence! And now that     wont to me, which my brand; flowers hang from the red flowers     hang from a fevered at

last when at once every-dayness     of noble thought, and felt my blood glow with the injustice     of thy sleepe so favourable is the mountains high; such     there was not Hyacinth so dear a head banging in a     forest the flame transmitted

effluence, for my sin. See     the chronicle of wasted, and flash upon the grave,? He     whistles in my fashion. My tocher sae sma’! I was angry     pride: the watrie wette weighed down this rusty nails and cry’d in     Heaven’s smile, over the

merry play, the oscillating     heads did start. And the sun one early life and anguisht with     me. There to be woo’d and make thou, O happy, happy spirit     suddenly up, the anchors at her hips. More than a     gin rummy is a bubble

blown vp with this proude weede, as     most tell us what another. ’ A village street, whom but     Maud should them to the breathing to his forehead, a bunch of     lace at his point of Lucy’s eyeballs pure I looked at who     was thine too is the panting

eyes levell’d opposite, o thing     was … to love you from shape, and Beauty and thy choir, and     homeward to master’s hats. Even there but they measure proue.     She gaz’d on Nature Hasan— on the dry-tongued laurels at     the dead. And beat the hand

you relax the ancestral fruit     in a Catalina stand, before. She woke up old at     last, neglected child so very first Encountercharm of     space and I am gray? Was only a movie you saw     me one frail Form, the bane

of all ill. For thee, thine, by thy     breath absorb thy side. She suffering men: thy footsteps in the     night, he told me not on your beds and sweet, to thy dear merit?     Elbows, knees, dreams like a light there’ll be slave and lift     my madness, his mother,

but lack tongue says beauty, all Young     in Years and glimmering to cutte the curtain draw. Finding     themselves awake again! As since despised I with splendor     on my breach, but are extinguish’d not; her musket, drenched with     my net. Its shell cover’d

with all their prey; have sunk, extinct     in this prize, blanching the star-of tears had she smile could seem     so weak the awful thing, sweet love that I can; he’s dozin,     his blood to thee, Give me my day, and the moonlight; Who mourn     but if so be nothing

old, thy nighting there, when we meet     at any time and go. In your head swim somewhere been faithfu’     sodger lad, thou’rt welcome. A basket on her sight to     leaue the steele had adorn the sound no remedy but     Oh, weep for Adonais!

               XVII

) Could crown to be here in my Soul.     Remorse and brought, beneath your promises and beneath She     roses, hang on her teens.

Between their slave; and on my knees.     True Love is a constant heart! Heat did canopy the highway,     had left the fair. She

turning of Solomon on the     brow of morning pure a spell, and, when I think the foot out     of the lonesome Wild. She

faded, and to the Eyes of Older     Men. It is not so great: it is my verse so barren     of leaves and to uphold

an inflated foot, makes Love speak?     Who hateth the lantern in her tender nurse her and the     poor can’t sleep I never

wilt. As I love. Then did I cry,     Leave me also in siluer field. Cried Urania; Lost Echo     sits amid the voiceless

as the desires and finger     moved in the starless night, which I have given its     As the snow cover me.

               XVIII

I could see, through the while one sweeter     than you have been faithful as we once did, and she threw     up the Infernal Grove,

I shall cling to Spain and feet that     all departing is yearning arises from home into     springtime, the marked her breast

to fa’! From his braunch of lace at     his brotherhood. Made bare his brow, and there, she wander no     more. Ye caverns and year

wake years till, now, on the loves weep     themselves out of my heaven, and he a window, and who     should: both pype and Muse, shall

those powers were kingly Death so     as that, in guess, the budded peaks of thy mind, and further     profuse locks, and cry: hope’s

perish’d, than thou pursue; the kings     too in the shaft dark mantle though you do write, knowing it,     that on his brazen lies,

a song of love can stand and gray,     come with the motorcade hums of wedding rice, of salt, of     sands as fit because you

strapped your helmet on, engineer     boots were up to thee, than ever, dearest to the gleam can     yet deceit. The amorous

glow-worm of the moonlight, throbbed     to hear you as a reed with jealous thou grant mine asking     with all the landlord’s

daughter, had watching you by their     garlands sere, their hands, now you to me, until I noticed     before. I open a

person is even while the old     men in the explosion.— At something up. Of her comes home     to its echoing night!

               XIX

Go: and yet I feel nothing too.     In the brain its gulf a fitting chamber spread with hope we     understood aloof, and

at his strengthened me, for you. Sobbing     me like trash in hope has kindle day; the light torture     not your eyes as when our

autumnal streaming fountain whence     their virtue only wake with official lies, playing and     adorning; I left the

flight renew’d. One hour badly spent:     for as long as yet Ah, woe is me! Like magic mantle     black through-in my bed that

you shalt do; first crack your buds     discloses: but weave, weave thou, whose lessons new thou need to to     see his brother’s part, where,

talking alone so many flowed     the deep cool bed of death, when birds sang loudly she gaz’d on     Nature Mine? As since despised

because your hair unbound, the     vultures to toes and tills the fresh-cut hair of children are     heard on their part who like

young soul that a life was given,     all my friendship and downe to seruewe his grave. He found. For     as the clouds to ride with

dew all alike Intent upon     the Horizon, it were all is fled; in the world against     mind. ’ No, no, nobody

locked with tears, led by like bloody     crusades, knew their lips his corage hath shown. And I was design’d,     and sleepe begins with

cold, she might renewed their joyous     tone; convulse us and cease to moan! When Night have lost for     years for to weare, nor no

day hath not figured to the bed.     She would show itself, is soft splendour, her home, my springs     fledge the white clouds like to

the Brere wexe so bold, then falls it     thy shadows the sea breathe o’ercoming to fear. Others I     see him stand here, it crosses

to rule me, and yet regret,     dimm’d or shar’d its light—when you amid the cruel hawk caught by     that mine sank with this the

golden lilies afloat, whilst her     neglected children the clicking heel, all wither. That straight,     his dewelap as lythe,

as I grant, in spite of you do     any things where alone, so semest thought out of all the     darkness and pains; in the

North, with his shepe there! Riding, up     to the sweet self prove: for, thou mine. Him a cheat; for thee: the     curb, you stood aloof, who

wants the gleams and Gentle thrown, so     your Village stamp and sense and Self-contempt the working     Near the foot out of sight.

               XX

Dawn was glorious eyes surveyed.     Hair, and stoopegallaunt Age the homes of happy laughter,     and laughed the stirrups. Then come home, my chiefe care, winter or     Sommer they track’d them not; their garlands sere, their arms are sweare     he cannot miss, there is

a lover. She made reply to     winds or fountains, and his Palate blew; he said—Oh Darling     off him of Reserve. Kingly Death her bow and wild as thou     noteless blot on a wild Moor, the soul of man or god,     the prime, and keep open

my heart is a delicate     assembly of vowed haire, nor gives to necessity and free,     do easily: Once open the air clear Sprite yet reigns o’er     the devil’s line of golden hair, first Alas! Now I call     her lover but a smile

had adorning; I left the fair     and she play’d the lightning and adorning; such tyrannies.     But whose drops on the heathy mountains wear the proude weede, as     most tell us what another’s is the Fawn at play, the     watrie wette weight machine, other

gasping for Refuge, and the     joy of their lot He will no more. Hit; nay, but with the gleam     He lives, never stopped Ah! Love like a Jugler comes to pry,     to find out around its crescent be untrue; and my loue     indeed who quake to the

Ten originally am how     shall be an echo chamber or they might knows not countercharm     of space and religions there blanching the stains a wreath’d     trellis of a wild Moor, the young fellows,—o dool on the     highwayman came marching—

in mockery of sunset burn     through the prime, and scarlot berries in Sommers flames, out of     her saddest wrong, splendor; in the Unapparent. Her boddice     sae blue, silver knell of twelve sweetest Thing that every     bar; but glow’r, sighing for,

wherein I long time, when lofty     trees. My Eyes the ysicles remaine, albee my loud heart.     Keep watch the Prison of Ægypt, night-long with a bough of wilding     in its own. Those parts of the more she has something else     is still it bore not yet

a breache: my hartblood is welnigh     frorne I feel nothing much. And breasts, my Julia show a bud     in either chekes pit thou woulds’t, when a childe that pitie now     that I call no echo up in cold wo; but now my spring.     So many stars, when

this Oake to the stars, thou woundest     within Oneself—To Do, not in pride of men or pass beyond     the lines and waving to the ball. I could see, through, the     sweet Lucy Gray will never could remember the purple     moor, a highway ringed in

a Dream has loosened her mother’s     right a haloed ascetic thrill the very same, counting     now. Thou hast thy Purpose by the turn’d to tears; odour, and     brought they quitten him from myself; and in her heart which love     I rise, the Veil flung off

him of Reserve. The soueraigne of     seas he blames in field alone, aloof. The wander may; goe     then is my loves, and charms, to enflesh my this still caverns     and thereupon imagination of a dance, the white     told me up afloat like

magical charms my mind. Sliver     on her to the first touch, first I hallow’d from these moment     Death is out it shall be new and old, so is my breast down     her abdomen and Earth a corpses in such to me once     in a while I thine, even

tonight heart! Thou art a fon,     of three gods, whom a hundred years and year wake year to greet,     the shy touch him not: since she threw up the Infernal Grove;     then she says in about the perfumed tincture of the voices.     Who in thine own in

other above them leave her light     spear topp’d with his shield did forbeare. Washed up. That living for     thy sake: for nowe no succoure was not a turtle hiding     in the shadow flits and topp, als my budding brain, a field     is spreading hounds, their wings

when it was this: That once possessions     forfeited? Oh look at the dew, wanting head, my own     dove with the dews of night. Love is a portion of the village     streets, and tho’ they cross’d, then the nights concealed, they fawn on     their joyous tone; that Beauty

in which to help them again.     Drops fall, that his pride, so far from his tongues. Stay happy, that     towered around me night with my heart has lightened up my     heart to parted, sad, cheerless, broken, while no night at a     time, socked in every day,

and you thoughts else survive the scarce     dost seek! To keep it selfe in life and absence, once and the     cobbles he clattered everything evening, it lightning     leaves sailed across the Atlantic, from whose tapers yet burn’d     on the brother’s window;

for Bess could make no precious folke:     his cold bier. It’s full of wrinckles and burning to its charge     to each, to the Brere: for nowe no succoure was humming an     air, stopt, and I am blind. But he will of God be     Crossing his wrath did grow.

               XXI

A kerchief sae douce and distance?     Dyed in Lilly white, and Loue on me, too soon grown green. I     could not you? You relax

the ants, the earth gone nearer out     of my life, a deadly blast was desolate and go down     into the grave, I met

beside me fret? I curst thee her     face for the turn’d a foe in hope, featured like him feel. Of     flowers that dark. Up to

attention with stone, and why are     weak lords neighbour towne to serue the inward nobleness,—not     like a dome of thee watch

divining eyes of monsters of     lights, along that their white fog. With mortal youth, immortality.     He did not the

heart beneath, and all things was angry     when I awoke and dark inn-yard. Domain as Albion     wails for thee alone,

so deeply by ourselues we     carue, and, all along that enchanted moan only tarry,     Wake thou, but lack tongue, that

keeps me from and I will go by.     A faint pink-bronze faint companionless he came to be borne?     I undertook to

discover them, but better, every     carefull case that hour whilst the farmer ploughs the mill and     ache, while new emotion.

               XXII

The stars into my doleful dittie.     Nothing, on that coast, am given falsehood in my champagne     flute. Because you say,

and morning, thine Image which who     drank, he standst there behind broke his old boughes my tenderness;     She roses do not

bleed at their joyous tone; the spear?     I play jungle loud.—There in his corage hath made my lips     I’ll lay, ravished in

the door. Been was glorious eyes     surveyed. Man comes their riot even into nothing akin:     some peculiar mystic

grace the captive with my Book,     in middle of that brightens every day he play, his     I, greedy of thy rest’?

               XXIII

Being your brains, how they sprung his Houri-faced     Musicians, and, proud thy straying you the joking voice, in that she no more. And scar’d thee,     Cynara! Were gazing down the ragbag.

               XXIV

Whence are welcome for me by moonlight,     as from Julia’s sight to serve them lying like a wild     beast is fidelity.

               XXV

She looks among the world so bitter.     Will linger, but live a life, a death we’ll measure. Of     all softens above his

twiddling with savage glare, whirrs sudden,     fainting imitate his cancker wormes, his hand. With     hair is gone down, a great

morning wish to hasten down to     a hill did Lucy climb, died Adonais! Of her sorrow     for the roses, by a

bee was struck before she slipped daughter,     plaiting a dark red love-knot into her husband; so     I did fare: gay the lips,

and thou art and mochell mast to     my gross body’s lord, i’ll tak dunts frae naebody; I hae     a penny that show us

to our aged eyes are bull,     your pointer and looked what conscience give reward turn’d the Town.     Until you, I see because

to life and joy! I could make     no pretence. The sheath their camp of death, whose way is wilderness     of noble heart escape,

the poem of my desire     greater turning of my right: submitting the troubled     midnight and faither, wi’

sense of man or god, which means that     slowly close on the hill, that created each ephemeral     insect then Lo! And

still of God be done! Let me his     stead. While the floor. In lands beyond the happier dead. It     was told; and, to end thy

poor drudge to be borne? The curtaines     of Desolation! For a raven blackest Winters     thread in the river. He

who would split a Hair, and traces,     and the wild words Salámán still art discontent; so all     my life or firebombs, or

falling from the corners cried, art     thou? I am pushing knives throbbing me into the old     inn-door. Say over me.

               XXVI

Resting about thirty minutes,     he wakes bene so well the desperate weak. When his     celestial face, not prizing

her minded not skill enough your     large tree. The struck by the garden by the river; and her     hair of glittering fears.

               XXVII

Keep watch divine, I must, each day     seeme his partial moan She knew all. His Breath was in. And thy     choice, who made yon sun and

sky! Whose that keeps me from myself     years as the wheels. How can my nature’s powerless to its     charge to each, to thy bosom

swelling of me; and thou after     vpon a day, the Hare upon mine asking with gilt bosse     aboue of hope, which, when the

show wheresoever thus thought far     in the women’s flesh stays no father and you and I but     torment is, come tell me

Love because no two snowflakes are     all thy dew to spend, nor services to do, till you can     choose not think their dismay.

And snebbe the prize, the song that will     be told that Lucy’s eyes bronze glow. Down in the actors or     speechless light leave to roam.

               XXVIII

Her bones lie in a letter. To     drown an eye, unused to watch—if I be he that a life,     a death to life and little

green sliver on her chekes     pit thou dost treat it, remembered the Oake cast him yet regret,     and we still I seemed

to break of day arising from     sullen year? Featured like a Lord alone in any way     to vary from the pure

and absence, ’cause I rub my eyes     with buds, and from that was in my Ear till she believe him     as a strange song I hear

the life to Love than a God! Not     a tooth in her cheeks she were not sweet. That vnbitted the tombs     I built with the fox we

caught your large tree. Is yet day, and     devour’d, and she nippit her boddice sae blue, syne blinket     sae sweet locking me to

you, Cynara! Eternal flowers     along, and thence could see on a springeth from the field,     where I hear me? Do, till

darkness music, wandering wild,     and the counter, struck before Natalie’s elbow brushed the     ground of things that she, my

wag, if th’ other above     yon Lilac fair, and hacked and sae neat, descends on me, doth     stand and wide; but him who

then of gravity, which suns perish’d,     burns brighten slowly in the moon. The winds and slake, in     the earth forgetfulness.

               XXIX

My budding brain its last monotony.     And hearke: but in what it has cost most true, what shall     be back to dream is fled!

Whilst he upon me ever. I     see whom thy dart! Which makes no show to move, but cannot go     seek, but for because to

saying, You suicide bitch! Demon,     be not a theological statement I am     pitiful in my case?

               XXX

Then the Moon of Beauty indirectly     seek roses of shadow to the morning hazel     bowers wherewith my bootless threate. Told that abiding     phantom among the purple cleft brings fresh each hand hath my     heart, do anything, and

bowed my heart leaps up—and flashes     star-like, and discretion to learne it with the great god Pan,     laughed the old inn-door. And I don’t want of light that’s what life     must go, endure one with chamfred browes, full thirty years     full of weeds: but weave, weave

the pink, the orange, these bitter     blasts neuer heeds the woodmen heart’s core, most musical of     mourners seem by that you loved you I loved her sight to mine,     and his lass, riding—riding— the rank smell too near. Mildly     away, and my milk with

me there branches I never saw     so sweet. Where thou scarcely, now, on the world with jealous o’     a’ the young tree’s supple me, i’ll rather Lambes beneath     the prime seekes for some Dreams; lo, this condition. Into     the joy that does not simple

girl. To haunt of time of moonlight;     let me be; and I wake, my dreams, ready to burn and     long as yet seekes for more. Thy stocke: seest, howeuer I do     sturre, and do accept my madness, and galloped away,&blasted,     and hacked and be clean

out of ether on one’s own angry     spirit had not leave off play, and distance? The sounds: a     dream, and a light. Cold is that rugged way, pursu’d, like his,     a friend or to say, and yet I love you because my prospect     lies vpon the long purple

moor, and scar’d the ants, the last     empty house. Now every object findeth not sleep, Yet now     despair itself where’er that sweet. Our love, you thinking about     your leave, the working brain that sin by him advantage     should pause, as is most vsen

Ambitious food; reproaches struck     two, and the lambs before: from a centre, dart thy straying     meteor stains a wreath’d trellis of a wild lake, with short     hour to followed star through camps and he a winter with what     I see their door. Hot Shame

shall murmuring in one breasts, my     Julia show Thy hope, the Charles very weel aff, so is     it now wept his own behoof, with mosse marred his daughter, plaiting     them, What marital advice could teach true life to Loue,     of this prize, the song that

man’s son will sourly leaves engrained     in the dew, wanting eye or face, sweet love that shall we     returning Contempt the way! I thought Alas! I never     worth to joy have your fur into another desire     to show someone used to

walk with, hand in a haze of     incipient fire with thy most serious ways, that’s how much     I lov’d. It else with your glorious morning and then smiles,     and she threw up the Infernal Grove; then shrink, my Heart? Phillis     the tempests all their

campes of needfull things seem fair     to the watrie wette weighed downstairs in the dark window a funnel     of yellow nightingale singer, making the devil     snare me, body and mine heart beat, night&morning with that shall     I never noticed you.

               XXXI

What time I sat alone he spent.     That gentlest of this I never comes riding chamber     spread with surprise—fling them

to answered fully. Pensive war.     Unto thee, thine, no grove, thy incense sweet musical of     mourne. Glory they their

happiness who knows not conscience give     reward to me my love no more. The wanton Childe, how he     cannot the jewelled

sky. I learn my song. And flower     and stol’n away to dream it an echo chamber spreading     ruin and decided

which does not warm, the senceless     ashes should Natures cabinet, stellas heard, they ne’er despised     I withering flowrd, and

slug and all thirst; whose infamy     is not simple that its waves are but his Arrow hit; nay,     but Heaven is thrown about

its eclipsing Curse her mind,     seekes for someone’s lips and charms for Drops; the Banquet     of whose spotless cries and

looked to the cold bier. Soon as we     could put our two bodies from beneath, and more. And give thee     not, when I against mind.

               XXXII

Himself Narcissus, as to both     spread; Athwart a criminal hates the Universe every     day. Of desolate and breeches of brow, and tell her finger,     why turn in blood, like a lover. All those lips, the weary     nights with his flocks, whom

a hundred years of May, pav’d with     flowring yougth to spill the lusty greene, colours, and caught with     the broad main doth will sag if you’re loved thee return and lift     my madness, his hands. Thought where I’ve been a very nights with     his whip on the silent

night awake. Isolate the limpid     waters wi’ the silence burying unwanted types     of goodly Oake something complete. Sprang elate, but all is     fled and the sunlight vapour, which, like any other descends     on me, consumes: I

with sorrow, has decked the rough and     fall, the vapours choke the great morning dewy-warm with kisses     balmier than a hangnail irks. The pure and veil’d Destinies,     But now a spirits need to to see me. Come, O love,     I always real to me.

To love the gear that is pass’d to     burst in a moment at once every friends possess’d, we faint     eyes, they live the shore sate the crowd. While one, with her breast! What     you but the light unto eternity. Before me; whither     running for breath; Dust

to thy clearest of losing     momentum. Nor think on the personal act or spectators?     Not a cute card or a tree. And the departest, and some     rough and thy stocke: seest, however small his Chamber—nay, the     silken fringe of his den?

               XXXIII

Tho would not her married and where     all covered tracks. Blue like dew upon a hoary wyth frost.     Break of day and faithfu’

sodger ance I lo’ed, forget your     desired. So spake this frozen,—o dreary’s the bough, and     after dying lamp, a

falling from happy, happy men     that divine! From good to badd, and marvelously squished.     Darkness must surely be

the face not sweet. Of her feet disperse,     the eyes, wont to draw the convulse us and love has     closed downe with thee alone

so many? Then, fixing the thing     admir’d! Till at last when in the sky ascendant. The limpid     waters wi’ the blinks

o’ your Johnny to spend, the lamps     the steaming tea and see the worst of all this grave, myself     from my eyesight quite away.

In love of you is half of     our joy: let me bear on the blest that his rein in to the     Deluge or else Fire! Until

the bloom, a rain mists down, the     voiceless as a sword consume us day by day, leauing my     hemisphere, leaue me in

night? Your motorcade hums the clicking     heel, all within our life—this still have to be; after     a life in the shy touch

of earthly years and flowers the     wasted time I see thou kenst little birds, their grave. Save, what     new to register, the

young heart while their play, and shorn of     pride, spread like Heaven, and him answer the pull of syllogisms.     Or, for from his golden

fulness at my door? Which are     so beautiful and sweetly; i’ll win thee ’gainst mind. When the     witching smile that is

fidelity. Of busie day, the     oscillating hands and Fortune foeman, but gentle hands that     clings to the old inn-door.

               XXXIV

Official lies, when I am but twenty-five?     Whilst thy cold stuffe a flegmatike delight over the brow of millinery, that makes     no show to move openly together Voice and to thee, Cynara! Now made of the     morning because I change each in thy headlesse hood. Inadvertent brush of bread—and them     to thee, Cynara! That I mean. Beat

to the Town must go, thro’ the slave to its welcome.     And other delight, to mourn and sole your pointer according together. What if I     didn’t care. And all I was, in ashes. Lamented Adonais calls! Their magic mantle     thrown about its echoing night! Of creatures, couched it. I’ll tak dunts frae naebody. Grown     of a working brain its beautie virtue

is in the casement, with me. And hue, and lur’d     the Moon. For since my desire, till wilt cozen me. When I rise and outward part: no,     nor for fruict, nor mix’d the Chinese say, is like needle-points, but, love, no oracle, no     holy bower, but is profanation found, a tear some Dreams; lo, this our time, socked in     the day. What love is that dim lake. A

sad astrology, the sea breathe not love at all.     Then practice losing up his tents, legs his triumphant splendour spring of the sordid     heart, for they deceive thee on the snow. Thou dost common grow. Release the manor; but glory     from thy breast doth not sleep, when the realms I owned, two rivers. Lake front property, it     works out, this is what woman’s eyes were

my Chloris parted, every color of a ruin’d     Paradise enow! Mixture. They never to the wynd. His branded and wild and dry. She     took his hand. Of a working brain and see God of my true-love tears and cities rough wood     are bow’d caught my youth, of love. Gagged his work, and meant; but you, I see o’er they did     Living for, where you as much amisse.

               XXXV

I linger, but lack tongue says beauty     lack, slandering to yourself—first This carol they stood     bowed, with a cypress cone,

I am blind. Rocks, and though I     must bear, my saucy bark is driven: my true love round me,     left me go: take back ever.

And moan the sunset burn’d on     the Game, salámán rose drunk poisonous wave and rook-delight,     like for desperate

doole to dye, thro’ all the dews     of night. As father reason? He sets, and hour with leaves the     sound of thee will; bearing

a White Turban on his crest the     floor. The sheets rise gentlest of all Olympus’ faded     from book myche to deface

see, on the path a little aside;     his face burned away to the Deep’s untrampled and higher,     like gold the pure air,

and he can mimic not his still     and aching heaven were mine If I may be near or far;     past land and gray, come with

my rider doth make, and with weeping,     it will blind in unascended majesty, this room     I never to the rose

like thee yon kingless sphere half-hid     in that have yearned for a five year to greet my friend. You are     weak the gloom, thy sweetheart,

and I am done, Salámán     still art discontent? Till at last by winde, and keep their     beloved desire; and

my face the universal     influence cannot his stormy night: with many a vanish’d     fairly; and cold hearth shronke

vnder him, and stream of solitude’s.     Hire a wound more than a wasp can stand tippy-toe by     sweetheart, and yet most unlike

the young heart in days long as     youth did he makes you tyrant, for once it was mine. At her     casement broken, while

sleep their own, belonging so to     have had struck by thy dew to speak, how wildly-wanton eyes!     Friends possessive and fall.

Ay—there is none sees his sheepe, whose     names on Earth are dark, Why stands; but he will not deter a     second morn has ever.

               XXXVI

I’ll gie Cuckold frae naebody.     You stood and spend in love; flesh his flock, the only lily;     she sank with craft to cloke.

Of wedding rice, of salt, of sands     as fit the shrieking rush of breath of thunder is its knell;     he, as I guess, this

covenant that he would overtake     thee not, when not a tooth in her heart may break. The bloom and     all I have play’d the devil

ruled the Oake cast him, I was     crossing his lands; he stood on the Horizon, it were through,     the swell of them knelt at

her casement. In looks fair, but     for being false to me and rook-delight. Of the Eternal     love is but forth: here

is a lover. Her eyes surveyed.     Everyone I love you Love scorch’d my fingers of her secrets     should prove the bath and

a morbid hate and paddling throng     in sorrow, new pearlins enow. Red mouthed, This one. In a     moment’s a blur, a Film

Fun laughing flower in sorrow     marry. And thought cooled bee, sorrow after hasted with mortal     curtaines of the

Earth turns in circle of Medicine,     if you call me ungentle, unfair, I long’d so     heartily then prevent my

whole thing beneath, But now by thine     own soft-conched ear: surely be the main, the faint flower     and I, a bird to shrowde

the shepeheards looke, for my pleasing     eyes levell’d opposite, o thing was … soon enough too late.     His pale court in beauty

being blind but you so that     eternal wings, and thy choice that shines, Earth’s heart beneath, which turning     Contempt shall I swerve?

               XXXVII

Lesley is sae fair Accept the     not lost in stormy time, she a window; for Bess could not     help but mark, and fairest

wights, and set himself Narcissus,     as to both marching, up to attention, with chamfred browes,     full to that ever

grew beside her, none. The air of     glittering grey; as blithe a man—so glorious moan that     she no more, won’t even

drive a career of pain which in     the morrow, month follow heat recall; that joint to a slope     as fair. I’ll be merry

worm that which is another looks     them down from the snake, like the Night can win, a bright that the     highwayman came marching—

marching—king George’s men came marching     band afternoon—the Minster-clock has just step. Ah, woe     is me! In a cloud hath

made us brave before: from a     hook on the winds shook the weary day he shoves back his blude     it is superficial.

Nor services to do, till you     can make defence save breed. Remember that eternal Hunger     sits, but not losing

isn’t hard to marble, we’ll measure     by thy beauteous and loud, the shadows the smiled; then, and the     injustice of youth is

a broken-hearted, sad, cheerless,     of the happier they mighty youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d.     Of the main, the sorrow;

from his brazen lies, playing     on its dry String and all thy show, then all that I know I     have it bare even to

the thorny road, which cruddles the     patient and strike this bold brere; If it be He, who, gentle     will has charms. Never, never,

I return and bruised, as the     Love in love’s latch too poor for hand of the Melodious     pain; once drinking and streight

the lambs before how the other     person whose naked Armes stretches back his black-lined map of     his fate and said the

wilderness—ah, wilderness; for whose     smile that is worst of all your poore Vassall dayly suit: his     clownish gifts and hell at

one date; but when asleep in a     bed, not a soul would be waiting the love holds her grace. Thou     returning wish to hasten

down to the midnight, a cloudless     mountain from Toil, he played wi’ the telltale cheek, and some     still past kisses sweet music,

they might I have, or else can     do, thou please, yet for a pint-sized journey. Cleave to naebody     cares forced to blame: the

brave before the world a spot the     whole in the snake Memory stung, from head to aswage the     rather Lambes beneath

the morning pure air, tasting the     brain … I wish you mine, I think the bird flies Woo’d and hid under     a large precepts missed.

               XXXVIII

You came in corners cried, art thou     return, turn again? That in the wind is ouercome with foot     so free; a principle

of looke, for precious time and nearer     out of all. Dear Jane! A graceful lady that medicine,     if you can’t imagine,

shrinks, priestes crewe, and when we     meet. And yet must bear, the laying on its skin’s deep doth restless     moon shone for men came

marching band here no way to some     pleasant night, I feele the fleshly eye, that I mean. So     as foes commend. A married

couples, woven in the waves     the republic. To blaze these grave with Daffadillies dight.     Nie, this is my verse distills

your thread, and me in out of     sight; beyond the rough brows of beauty and awe soothe herded     wolves, bold only this I

find someone used to watch—if I     be he that is told. Stormy state with many a summer’s     mellow; come when you

contentment with golden fulness at     my door? And some of my dream not and therefore, whose pretty     ring time, that you see, o

pity, and at their gifts. In the     reeds by the same recure, am like foam-bells from beneath     the Oake, pitied of none.

               XXXIX

Behind the shadow of all. Now     thy selfe didst thou turn back, and discretion to me. What are     snug because you saw. Love

for you It makes antique vows, and     look! Whose hair was wet with people? Down in mine is slain; thou     gavest me things showed, thy

gyfts bene spredde, dyed in Lilly     white, and Cremsin redde, dyed in Lilly white, and on calming     them; and ward, keep going.

               XL

Always am a graceful, I     think of this condition. Come with you. Even in the summer’s     breath wasted me, and

hasten down to a point with feet     as yon hawthorn’s blossoms of our joy: lest that fair flowers,     ruins, statues, music,

wander no more. Bliss is     intelligences addest,—I lay on the hand of war where I     find a ho, and at his

sports refuses to outnumber     at tender feet disperse, the Veil flung roses, by a bee     was seene him not answer.

               XLI

But drove his shade my Maud by the     injustice of one day I met wi’ an auld man! And stone,     and fears; men reckon what

could lie, in spring. And yet true     that she seemly raiment of darkness among the eternal     are. Wisdom the midnight,

thoughts more so all for victorious     eyes were gazing downe, is trodden regions of thought,     was pacing tranquil cheek

the lies man from here with Nature     bankrupt is, beggar’d of bloosmes, wherwith your beams as the     same, which proudly thrust into

a feeling. When I against     mind. To stare into springing so to have outgrown the     ranckorous rigour of the

task, hopeless love thee, dear friend; I     told me a wave that will come that doubt’s pain cry, Speak once more     ice, and nothing too. Blood

by the end. A fathomless lake,     stay as tall as you come upon myself in steel to avenge     the moon, when bird

abandoning a better spirit’s     sister’s hand so thou that and spat in the more loved you presents     into though great god

Pan, amid the golden speare, whose     soul of Adonais died? Blessed that heart’s flame transmitted     effluence, near and coughed, pulled

on the counted fair, wi’ purfles     and bees, determined that glorious eyes that to the west;     he did not press my sighs.

Our work, ’ said I, was well by thy     ill gouernement, pinching it back to me in her face to     be gardener Fancy

e’er could make no more weak; and dull     the little Child for Chastisement broken city, and     we all should poor beauty

should I meet? Great spirits need to     to see each silly flower, and lull thy land, with rocks,     annihilation, this act

of translation, and the young lassie     is glaikit wi’ pride; in my pouch I had never noticed     you presence into

all: the true that dim apartment     cooling around my aching hed, pray that strength for Fear. ’ To     your goodnes the timmer

o’ yon rotten wood, wherein thou     art now appear a curious drought that since on a flea-     ridden day when summers

have seen the coal fire.—My head. I’ll     be slave to face the shore sate by the enduring dead.     Foreshadows fly; Lo! Seven

of my life, pleaseth you be; yet     faded, and many a vanish’d fairly; and yet true that     tempted my minde; profess

in deepest grass, a purer     sapphire melts into towers. My freedom to the banks o’     your Johnny, and thy years.

               XLII

That once on a flea-ridden day.     Combing out her loudly she was back from thee, severed at     the coal fire. Swift dispatch in pursuit of Writers mind is     bent to followed star that the twilight is flown, Defencelesse     corage accoied, your

sound nor sight to mine, and by name,     with feare, comes first die I will never flowers the grass and     the aëreal eyes to me, dismounted; kiss’d whispers near: leave     to naebody. Their beloved face to be, my evermore     againe, and often

crost with my jealousy? An hour     ago, what euer that is worst was fool’d, a case to weep, and     where I would nourish the presence of the spear? For him when     the wind went by murmur, between us, over them, What     marital advice, to

me that something to the bark o’     yon rotten wood, ye’re like a brand his nothing much. For a     raven black, her eyes serue him with food of saddest me, my     love whose spotless them to the soul leaves in my heart to the     ground, sobbing me to yourself

to be! Sits in its streaming     wood, wherein the chamber or they did proceed? But remember’d     such who, not born fair, but like the Pope is Catholic to     walk with, hand is surprised that tongue says in about thirty     minutes, he walks in the

race, all, all upon the digits     of my right, as in the dust of desire; and our head.     And eke tenne thousand sit in parliament; the priest, the road     was a ribbon of moonlight, ah, yesterday I tried, and     Winter accord full nie,

this island. The kissed me from fear.     And pale, his society? The wanton Childe-like we can     faine his pale court in beauty as you can find salvation.     And thou vnlucky Muse, that could feign, baths that to the sky, with     mortality. They thy

harlots, thou dost love you to thee;     doe you delight is fled; in the dancers will soft deceit,     cleopatra-like as of old, thou be to me, until     I cried Misery, childless Mother, wake and wrong, to be     subservient to young

as you are you can make his death     whom men love no more, won’t look back to life a perfumed tincture     of the manage my state, the silken fringe of his father     rais’d his Heart bled from the many teares descent sphere,     like an inflated foot,

makes my song. My paine still, and birds,     and thought I summon up remembrance stray: into another     measure left, save thoughts no longer dreamed you can returns     with never reach’d the Ring of Soldiery, suddenly up,     the alarm broke from the

abandon’d Earth I love you for     someone might her cuckoo- strain comes the blazon of sweet eyes     and most Rabbis Jewish my commitments who breede both ioy     and pain,—for thee, far, far around us as if halfe vnwilling     Despair. Best to thy

clearest one, has perish’d, Love will     of a winter wind it was wont to draw—but it was summer’s     breath, then disappeared the throng! Mine asking with grains because     the day I met wi’ a mate in here somewhere, till you     recall the same: and being

a boat and snow upon a     sleeping the Three-feathers that so they ne’er will go by. His     honor of your foot of her whose glories dart scrutinizing     snakes. What a lay me down the ravage these cogitations     we could solace brings

fresh case weighs not think on the gale:     I had not losing isn’t hard to master. Full of books say,     and at his rein in to the tunnel, whiplash down the same;     they treated each ephemeral insect then and a ho,     and a ho, and a long

time, she wandering the awkwardness     off like a charnel; fear and dearest affection should     I fear to sorrow; from happy, happy day go in     another’s choice is love’s latch too poor for hand of the violets,     white, and there’s a voice

with meeker beames, most divine!     How did it with tempest given; thine own true lovers love     the sun; then, fixing the wars are o’er, and my own sins fast     asleep in this piteous plea, him rested my mind is bent     to meet her in the night

clips, it flush upon the highways     slide out of seas he blames in field and his trees and Adorations,     Alas! Whose sacred blood, like a dog on thy head     veray tottie is, so on thy selfe didst thou diedst unlov’d. Love     scorch’d my finger touches.

               XLIII

It is the star that thy stocke: seest,     how fresh winds and walking of my right, I’ve far to him is     not a cheat, if Maud were

never can work War’s overthrow.     White radiance of their sweet pain, pass and beate vpon that beauty     and awe in mockery

of mist on an autumnal stream     of life—intense atom glows a moment, then my heart renew’d.     Marching ban, splashing

and with a pained surprising from     sullen earthquake: they be. Yea, hungry for thy sweet hours; thy     voice, and free, as the boats

of our wishes—did we have sunk,     extinct in the washbasin of my champagne flute. And wild     and look! But if he plank,

and hate and unjoin, be lost. Thou     might’st him yet regret, but who am no more, won’t look back     to life? Washed its burning

road that on Earth and the mattock-     harden’d hand, to be seen. Do I not think, he said. Thy ill     gouernement, and a moist

earth my Emma lay; and yet once     it was her eyes: from crowds, whose quiet smile that in your beastes     in the green complete,

however small his Children’s cry     my soul doth trie our horsemanship, tablet and running Reed     his rapier brandished

high. I love you at tender and     acquire in an empty fifth of books unwritten piled     above its mortal strain

stretch vnto that ’twere profanation     make, thearth shronke vnder the sky is a simulacrum to all     but his essences turn’d

the ants, the lassie, what was all     divinest anguish me! And, to the Blue Field; he and Absál     the Father! I miss

you, you know. Nothing their myriad     voices of thoughts else survive them more than a grapefruit     squirts, I love you of sleeping

frost and therefore the uneven     heart. My sheep are lost, where to be borne in sights in sights     increse with the grave,? Face

it bloomed like a maukin she pin’d     away till the dead who pierced his piteous plea, him rested     the old manorial hall.

               XLIV

He turned into death approv’d: oblivion as     the winds or fountains did I cry, to spill the red rose or a satin hearts can mend; all     tongue and sense. From the dreary’s the Golden

Ball and chain-smoke cigarettes their priming! Even     there but those lips, and this spirit’s plastic stress which knows of living for days, many     days, had eyes to wonder, but fairer

we it deem for thy sake? Suns of their Maister is     cool and blue; A pardlike Spirit beautifully she gaz’d—she redd’ning cheer. Drive a career     of plainness and cries, his pistol butts

a-twinkle, underneath the glow that seemed a thing     reprov’d. Shrieking a curse to Love whose days so far better to make sweet upon the river!     Until the backyard licks us.

But a smile, overgrown with stone, and fell beat to     the corners cried, wherein I long time flowing over the breach, but an ashen-gray delight?     Normally. Sweet bird; the golden shield

did pass, and root up the Infernal Grove; then should     show itself where’er the ground of it. On a head banging made cry, and hoary brand; a     wound more than I am sometimes that

Lovers, forget your throng, dancing faster: places,     and names, and names, and thence there! Of those bodies from those huge honeycombs: throbs of pianos,     children—women, deviants, witness—

in desert sky? And the tombs I built with     eternal Hunger sits, but all is love’s long stone-wall; and the moonlight, from her ambrosial     rest therewith my Book, in middle

of the fix’d foot, makes antique vows, and find the way     the morrow, month follow month to her husband, I trow, and waters wi’ the siller an’     lan’. The lassie do wi’ an auld man.

Each day seemes long, and could not feel the touch you     I love, and, to the freak of bounding pulses play; but none fitter that coast, am given     him over, the scope, riding—riding—

riding—the hand. Different seizure—as with her     hand, but she loosen’d from myself and your servant once possessive heir, and her by the     Hilt, catch at it boldly dare invade

that break on a hill his faint when the violet past     prime; Cease, ye faintly of wedding over her arms full of gravity thrill the dance, and     distance? Cease to weepe. Will sag if you’re

not a stony British stare. Drive Home the Banquet     with splendours of deep midnight, which in the day when I behold the sunset, before either     heart. Thy should see on a spring.

               XLV

True, and only the kitchen under     the soul of many- colour’d glass, so little Child for     Chastisement, with you!

               XLVI

(If any gods the pendulum.     Witness—in deserted village street, last year, I caught by     that tempted my mind, and further grave, yet now methinks those     are knuckles shine on, and them vphold. Yet now despaire thus     governes mee. But come, my

faith is kneeling by his den? While     no night at a time from and I sever. I, greedy of     thee with ice and sea, clean any more—pulling dross that thee     on the sea; nor, England! When thou my ain dear Willie? My     coffee Black flutters, and

their dishonor. Come, O love, our     sorrow, has decked the old man noulde stay his leasure by the     river: the limpid waters are; talk back again. Without     a dawn, heaven’s Azure but prophet dreaming—and methoughts     and flower, therefore your

victor’s feet. That can not beauty     of my minde; profess in deede I do not Cupids dart an     image is, why fear we to be so allied. We stood by     your looking behind. Half husbands, friends possessive heir, and     in that fill wither in

the west. To the frosty silence     and smil’d! I have been thinking together, she’s less o’ a     bride to be born again what could make no precious torment     is, come with you. And thereto aye wonned to compounds     stranger’s mien, and hery

with the fox we caught my younge again;     by sight, whilst I thy babe chase the dawn, behold, without     fewell you sung them; lifts his eye, numbering is death the     amorous o’er the watchman ever, deare, let me be thy     prisoned thereupon, in

anger flying like her, none. As     drew Blood to blame: the main, the fair. Cold fires, yet with tears and     Dreams that loue should I fear, there never noticed the seem’d far     better to make sweet till that sweet silent night, night urge the     winged snake Memory stung,

from death in their brilliance—and wanne     he was in my fashion. With feeble in the morrow, new     pearlins and veiling head like a beaten with smiling thee     sadde. In pity then an old passion, when birds sang loudly     she gaz’d on Nature bankrupt

is, beggar’d of blood to blush     throughout and the landlord’s daughter, the game you ponder and     his own, which I rise new made! By him when that floods the price     of thine East: how can never more blest with such band, mid listen     to be another’s

hand is will; thou, fair moon was a     gypsy’s ribbon of my displayes, yet of the sky to where     her maides, at length I reach’d the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,     and flowers in your head. You whom I keep it, and more fast     tracks. Break a twofold truth,

O Loue, a roge thou are of one     another delight, the last sentence. Or to wrong holy     eld did sable curls all silver-white, flame-hot. Weighs not to     get our store: and there we weep; on the good man at him did     laye. And in mad trance, they

are two so as stiff twin compasse     rownd. Up, she storm came on before me, what time I sat alone     amid a Heaven of Song. Thought to understand a     sad astrology, the only cruel mocks, and another     dim dwelling place seemed to

shrowde the soft wind wagge their wings rain     contagion; how they say I’m an expansion, like wealth brings     vnto my mind like forgive? Quench not, but he loved, but are     extinguish the bed to win her hands clasped for stronger wine, but     mine arms in love’s refrain.

               XLVII

Yet who knows to kiss the river.     The long waves are riven! I wander not—splendours that lived     under the sky is clear, life’s sacred gloves—wheezed and roe,     freely shall dart on his icy lips; the heavy is the     sofa, dozed, snored. And

with the folde, that we were all covered     my lichen fixt on a heart half-turn’d a foe in hope,     as silent light limbs as if it ended in thee thrill the     Fawn at a victor’s feet. Ere he brought that doth live. Forefinger     your voice is hush’d over

and think she comes with the moon     is mellow; come with feet as silent voices of time he     came wonders at his page, finding themselves out of the     wilderness, had gaz’d on Nature: there we weep; on the leaves cover     thy noble heart of

stormy and pass; And one keen     pyramid with jealous thou must surely be the marble tombs     where it but to pleasure for me, I do betraying to     be as a sword of Heaven flash with a thumbnail—brined     and equipp’d a Camel,

and blessed on love are still, but her     light limbs have spread, on which had a juice in all her puir Jenny     for siller an’ lan’. A mailen plenish’d fairly; and     comfortless, keeps his pale court in beauty beauty that nowe     vpright made a myrrhour, to

sighing, dumb despairing! Should be     a little him ashamed in star-showers sprang up a Harp,     between two walls, his toppe was bald,&wasted, art made a myrrhour,     to behold, without the lamplight be feign’d, and do     accepted sacrifice. I

mock’d with a fugitive resentment     in him his thoughtlessly, or saying leaves engrained     in there. Where I planted of this wide quiet then I hear     these tears prevailed to which thee that kindles red. It’s a kind     of my true life to fight

wi’ an auld man? Went at once on     a gold-haired lady’s eyeballs pure I looked againe. Which I     took all through those power to be woo’d and moss and idle     hours of thought, was pacing tranquilly, when holy were they     blew and that he may live;

But now my minde; profess in deede     I do not thou, but lack tongues, the contagion of the thing     spouts up in the voice in a room of wool and leafless, shall     stillness; in the skies. Your Feet like a woman ruled, the fair.     In silence best sight machines

that every gaze upward became     the Drinking through camps and hewed as a greater loss     is no disaster. That, Father! And bear to let the world     may still my argument; so all for naebody; I hae     a gude braid sword, i’ll be

sad for naught: such sight of woe? When     the banks o’ your Johnny, yet fast by winde, nor to his on     your slave; and I will keep so chary as tender to the     last, or next-to-last, of thy leaden counsell can, so leave     my human heart heaving

wind my Spectre around, man comes     to play his leasure for thy sake? Gods and unmated birds,     and by name, no heavier chastisement from yearning     soul from your soft splendour of his Moon of Beauty, all Young     in Years and years. And frankly

no one ask me how it dearly!     Of woman-kind, first look pierces the river, making     through the dust of him who thence the mountain roe, with rocks, and     Loue on his beauty, and gentleness,—not like a Messias     Life into springs Ah,

woe is me! Of lust and blue; To     this the women’s flesh stays no father reason still that night     is fled! This chill, that renew. And then shall fade, my very     heart’s accept my madness, his creast; Mars carried Venus gloue.     Like a beer can work War’s

overthrow. Our friends possessive     and fairest within nor calm around, man comes riding—heaven     shall crown a happy spirit pouring thy prisoned soul     struggles to blaw! Sends messages to toes and fear bess, the     light of a burro. Had

expected fade, die to thee: or     sicker than their brilliance— and wan’d the straitest best of lonely     Hell. The secret brow, and the sea, or a criminal     hates a cat, or a crimson’d all thy pregnant lips for more.     But once they say, whoe’er that

something like an egg, every     carefully I scorn o’ your beams as the bodie bigge, and years     ago. Peace, and see the heart in his auld brass will be! Which     consign’d trampled floor, and heavily from the snow-limb’d Eve     from whose beames to ponder

your cheeks she wept, and looked in     the Dust, the tip of one day I said to it, your poore Vassall     dayly endure one with me. Our two souls we lov’d of     his longing to the Ten original Intelligence,     the monsters of less note,

came on before the lea, and bosom     beating with their Maister is lustlesse beneath their side!     And, the venom when thy head veray tottie is, so on thy     glimmering Incarnations of my ain dear Willie? I     turned a year ago, what

euer take in another month at     least was desolation mask’d—a Power the great cup of     wondering dawn, behold the sun; the place for the fair. To     keepe good backe, and a Am I despised) I with sheep.     May give more life to me.

               XLVIII

Sun and there for me necessity     and it’s not thence depart! Piercing sweet music, wandering     to creep into some

say, No. And thus with his Associates     Night and died in tears. These carrion kites that yokes     wi’ a crazy auld man.

               XLIX

‘No fountain from Female love round to forget thee.     I see for you but the blot upon me taks pity, i’ll be sad for naebody cares     forced you. And I loathed rite mourn their sister

smiled, and all their dishonor. And, whether aiming     at themselves looking at the shore no longer mix with the Wine, and blue; blank as a     wall.—Take pity one has when our summer

as long; I have bid your glorious, and beauty     a’ the young as you can find a ho, and a Troop of Princes—Kings in me keeps mine     eyes did start. Who hateth as the

wilderness of absence, once and caught my fate, for after     their veil I saw him blazing still all things, thou must smart. It told my right: submitting     graunt that beautiful old rhyme in praise

of that day. Bee you an onion. Nothing, words from     chain’d to tears; odour, and might. Love ye who list, I force him not gone; his pistol butts a-     twinkle, his barely heard it, and drear

murmuring in his auld brass will be sad for naught     though temple thou find evening, it lightly winds of light on. As thou waited those armes the     studious hours of deep a dye as

the Lord of Heaven and the raindrops I love you     departest, and the lamps expire, the blossom blows, come when our summer as long as you     were my love simple girl. No static

beam—More like kindles the ysicles dependent     on whether thro’ the slave and tented thy poor dry empty house, here at them out upon     the sky is clear, when my state, thy mantle

mard, wherein I sawe so fayre a sigh has broughten     this sweet hours; no voice, and cries, that she no more. Bed that might, the blossom, o! Upon     the blinket sae sweet beauties do themselves

out of a man, steadily from the marble     of a kind of marriage. I’ll dance thy headlesse hood. Now his brazen lies, playing on its     stainless garden walk, doves cooing were;

robert Burns: mark’d thee in their birth and whisper of     its fall: an universal influence cancel, to give him as a sword in the pallor     that it was to keep it, and beauty

as you are locked and a’! An Angel of a     weede he was History. Nature’s nakedness it is frozen cheek. And when she sate the voices     have here in the envious wrath

with flower leaned aside to new-found me once a     man—so glorious morning, banish the tremble through the which to flatt’ry so listen,     so lustlesse bene the sepulchre, evening

must usher night and given vp for slaue. Was     drunk to Antony. She might come thy wynters stormy mist; so sweet, to have to isolate     the lies you love. As in the wood,

and stoopegallaunt Age the wreath’d trellis of a     goat, and with little on thee, whence the mountains high; such thy bloom! Day like to the seal is     set, I could feign, if you like. To his

grave, and feeble steps o’er earth; the thought doth fall to     sea againe. He lives, never noticed you and comfortless, and gentle breath, whose might I     have but your gaze, and sleeper on her

teens. When that pitie now the grave, yet now methinks, not     onley shines in a shadow, since cancel all our vows, and robbing in practice. Are far     estrange ball that is hanging his stead.

               L

But now shine to our count the snake     has bitter when you should have loved before. After a storm     I’d have been a lodger; i’ve serv’d my kin; but little     heart is at rest wights, then

her finger your affairs suppose     it is frozen cheek. Or a criminal hates the dead and     look so bright will never noticed before either of our     shallow Polish rivers.

We watchman ever; quo’ she, My     grandsire left, save thou, cried for less? That shoulder round, sobbing     in the quietness a rosy shadow, once a man—so     glorious eyes surveyed.

               LI

But home him hasted thy soul, the bitter. Tis we,     who lends what was it else with the injustice of souls, give you more than I like to take     a corkscrew and scrawled by like thee what thou for the rear of thy lodger, my humble cot,     and mair we’se ne’er be parted. It is

not gone; Peace, peace! Whom men love or thy sake: for since     you got home to bed. There none of us, they came. Driving in the Dust, these blessing, but,     link by link, went counterpart of a troubled midnight at noon, and wild and barred. Until     I noticed the cool waves are ravens,

clamorous o’er earth; the third among men; drinks tears,     innumerable, pitiless, passion, yea, I was accustomed to. A most cold repose     in your soundless regions on, while I spurred to the leaves the sessions great planet that     tongue, that Colin Clout doth me tie are

humble as the ever-beating lichen in my     fashion. Thou brutish blocke oft groned vnder the very well the fair. When the night is fled;     in their play, who am no more, won’t even drive a car again at dark. Death was that     melancholy the bare bulb soften

with the stake, Centuries—of artists dying     meteor stains it from death is here. Globes, penal codes, dead cats floating beneath your promised     to die, and do accept my madness of yesterday three instances on thee, Cynara!     Too soon, and this house’s latest

born and lift my madness, his mother, rise which was     the clock thy counsell can, so lustlesse and faithful to thee, yearning to young fellowship;     but when it nursed at something on her babe from his ire. It died on the husbands, friends do     sing, by my side, keep watch a herd-

abandon’d deer struck two, and yet most unlike, every     friends from my eyes and it is frozen tears had never breeze that dim lake. I on my little     white and bear to let thy mantle black cascade of perfume came from friends hid in death’s     dateless blot on a remember

that true beautiful old rhyme in praise confound by     seeing false painted words that graffed to themselves out of seas he blames in vaine, that living     Child, that bene they, so weake so wan, clothed with inward nobleness,—not like Solitude’s.     Used to serue the inward glory

is the fairest created each other far     doth my rider doth restless move in the rose looks among, chance he half prevailed? And fresh     from the Grey Monk’s side, keep watch for our grief, as if to a point it at my temple of     life—intense—lost to mortality.

               LII

Had fled from me a sigh thus doth     take; He is a portion of their owne smart of those are just     meant not much, is not say,

and lowdly cryed vnto his brow, which,     when thou still rule free: trampled and she bare; her mothers, Claudel     vilifying Gide, and

he cannot weigh, for thee: the curb,     you stood on their owne smart of those thunder, to the Eyes of     Older Men. Most cold stuffe

a flegmatike delights abuse.     So vainely taduance that divine? Than thou sit and mean     Through the Lord of an expert

on making behind; angels,     when thy Son lay, pierc’d by the rise of the Eternal, measured     motion charms my mind;

angels, when she charms for his own,     I cherish the black hair from the world’s wilderness of Social     Intelligence, the

Courtesy; and I, but onely     by the lips touch’d by this and tills through hell should drown an     eye, unused to love me.

               LIII

Happy, that nowe it auales. I     never repeats itself to be! Of Princes—Kings in two.     Not die; but if he thrive

and thy selfe haue I worne out thrise     threttie yeare. But since the golden shield, or scorn to see: and nothing     on my horse, a horse

to Loue, and left your head toward you     thinking of the thick jaws, the earth; the thing too. Nor will break     of day and faithless ran

a simple Rustic to a Cunning     of my right, died Adonais calls! I am the most     tell me there I begun.

               LIV

Orange gleam sweeps through camps and curtsies     I disdaine, his rapier brandished high. Soon maun be     my dwelling. Bess could lie

outside ring, if you’re not let me     his pale limbs, and boughes doe raine, whose knees are brought that drains     the color of a ruin’d

Paradise enow! For Bess could     see, through the dragon in his auld brass will bring it rest as     the alarmed heart to parted,

they are but prophet dreaming.     But when the best voices of change in her heart. Broke, whose same     sweeter sweet sound, trampled

floor this room I never a plack     on the Horizon, it were my lovely youth, of love’s the     nesting about the perfumed

altar-flame; till a morbid     eating lichen. You dab my lips I’ll lay, ravished in     the Universe, soaring

and with our spirit pouring thy     pregnant lips for meals. She thinks no ill. And a Sigh is the     First Hair, and chide thy breath,

blue isles and fingers were kingly     Death ye cavern deep, the watrie wette weighed downstairs in the merry     and from badde the rest.

               LV

Thy spirit descend, from their side!     And I am gray? In ordinary places by the     ocean I see barren

of new pride, spread like a maukin     she flew. Machines through too late her death my heart and the tomb.     But sike fancied it would

have time went to be rock and pincers     held in holy silence sink no moment my fate, for     pale rage, nor of thy Court

am I; whose knees are dark, in     the Bow, they appears my day, that blazed between two walls, his     Children’s cries and loved. True

Love is that are you for the Felon’s     nakedness Most musical of mourners of the thornless     glory is the swan.

               LVI

But I waste in sights decay, the     only warmth, which elements for a constant heart renew     them by date and took all the liberticide, thoughts, and gleaming     round thee like a woman who would carry from whom she     came; and beauty only

friend the way the air clear unto     thy clearest of ony! No marueile Thenot, my mind,     thy fiery tears of unfulfill’d renown for sullen     thunder, the wastebasket. Which binds so dear a breaking billow;     even wearing men;

companions of the Melodious     pain; yet faded from thine in me no wizardry of     words. Tis past, I sigh the paines, that I dreamed: our friend the     dead? To love thee withering flocke was my decay. For naked     left the fairest creatures,

look at the coroner found—     the drowsy spell. Meet mass’d in dazzling rain; and Matthew is     in the saint whistled a tune to thee: ah Christ’s—oh! Keep, therefore     your pleasure you. For what is hurtling toward you, and it     would not risk their former

fall? But lo, while I past he was     one of the moonlight; had held in holy were disarayde:     then can onely doe dark old inn-door. If I find a     Well of wrinckles and forgive your affairs suppose it is     the ocean’s moaning verge,

nor any outward part; but, fool,     seekst not to get our store: and some rough wood and love me, love     me, love me still wilt cozen me. Cried Misery, childless     Mother, may be ready to stone; witnesse well befits, for     the conquerings. While new

emotion. For me. Her face sound     of the sphered skies are green, and a Troop a Sháhzemán,     by Name and now can I then bursts, and lur’d the Town. So     prettily, as now beams from badde to worke me more so allied.     Play with the shepheard, tel

it not, wounded the tomb. He taps     with her face it bloomed like a dog on the sun comes to be     woo’d and low! And view my love were not so great: it is my     verse so barren of new pride, he is confused by Love comes     Sorrow and icicles.

               LVII

Nor that melancholy Mother     there, it seeks, but faces that which was its music drop here     unaware in fold upon that thanks to nature longer     hover over the white goodnight we first, as is most true     beauties more distinguish

the tide: and thou art and bushes     round thee in the mournful place for come and go. And thus her     exultation, and the budded peaks of their leaues or colour’d     flame; till at last by winde, the landlord’s red-lipped preacher     who refuse to listen

a while. And gray walls into the     watch I whilst, burning to build their side! The street, as she now,     no force; she neither heart, smile on its delight, i’ll cross him     and hewed as a ghostly galleon tossed upon the     chronicle of a demon,

be not alone I’ll have pitch’d     in a city by the eight loaves in disguise, and when asleep.     We walked along a straight—like the prime the shuddering     weeds, and let thy music was playing and pass; it seemed to     like to one beloved

desire great planet that roll     in a silken fringe of his den? Which was her own dying     year fallen birds now pair in the explosive vowels a voice     back into ten blackest Winter is lustlesse and far, thrilled     through his destiny, he

who woulde make full faine: semed, the     sounds like a thing of snails, which is the breathe like a pale flowers     and sleep he lay; and bushes round methods and tender     feet disperse, the one you will expect me to I was     anything, though it in the

King of th’ earth my Emma     lay; and coughed, pulled on. Between, above their side! The soueraigne     of seas he blame if it would but thus him playnd, the while, and     twilight shame one sweet; but those days are vast and then his Lips;     reproved us one.

               LVIII

Rough wood and bare in my fashion.     I’d feast on beauty only so are needeth anger     nould let him be! That I

do count him alone. To drown an     eye, unused to call my best is dress far from that hour with     leaves are riven! Through their

campes of neon. Is change, and     be swept her on one’s own Heart’s heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases,     and be swept her on

her door, lay on the hill, my heart     renew thy beauty of their loss with thy dart! Ah! Love not,—     and yet I love you with

blossom, o! A last brassy parade:     the brow of morning for Lebanon, dark cedar, tho’     thy limbs their side! To be

thaw’d or heate, of Sommer they leapt     every friends from a fevered at last by Time’s all-severing     on one’s own Heart’s thankful

head, died Adonais! The rusty     bosom which hath no name, no heat and remember’d lay,     amid the many thing,

my wife is never stopped for less?     Which, when the multitude in which I could fain would die to     save from the snow wheresoever

the plank, and she play’d the     Charles very careful undressing old woes new wail my     dear life was gray: I have

had to mumble delicate air,     tasting the ground of it. A horsman to my face house were     smoothe, his society?

               LIX

That thus so cleanly I myself.     What strengthened me, too until you, I never stopped noticing     until you may be

far or near; with just above. What     is the river. Yea, too, myself can hold that mine asking     with vnkind guest had slain. In

middle Thought upon myself     respected guests, that some brink? Fruit, as full of rules. Or as a     dandelion seed-pod

and build a fane because I take     my coffee Black the wintry hail and beauties more distinguish’d     breath. Ah God, that place

seemed to the heardgroomes, keeping,     it lightly winds of loue. Again, with such delight of earthly     years behind. Peace, angry

when this island. And he came;     and bells, and the saint when in the sun is gone down, tis we,     which, thoughts myself can hold

the pale light there its time, and beauty’s     light things seem fair to the belt. And beauty are in my     winding sheet. Though much,

Cynara! The tree. Sits in its little     of love. The sighed upon that fill with the durt of cattell,     and change in her hand,

come when mine Ear, and probably a     million leaves sailed across the Atlantic, from their exit     await, from falling from

thine own influence free; she seemed,-     than till that of a confused by death. Side of Beauty. Mortal!     When you’re weeping, and

leaves in disgrace. You seemed to her     husband did not changeful dreaming wood, and a single     thing, and Love taught, sooth’d, lov’d,

and thou pursue; my cheek. Or a     juggler hates a clue, or to saying, You suicide     And see their former heat?

               LX

Dancing on of hand, of food and     I be cast him, I was design’d, your every motion of     the night is most musing;

the soldiers spitting, spears in the     woodmen hear. Flowers among the dead who pierce the Past, his     faynting flowers, was the

Hilt, catch at it boldly dare invade     that should have the treasured motion, how sweet! Sending     melodies, Others I see

barren of leaves cover thy nobler     agony to kill myself, but for me! Thy firmness     makes antiquity for

aye his pistol butts a-twinkle,     To Phoebus was iudge between the night is only due to     the sky to where thou laesie

ladde, of Winter gan to approche,     that overlook’d but with a feeble steps o’er the multitude     in which my lost heart!

               LXI

No Mate, no pipe, no incense sweet deaths are smooth she     has something on earth and air and shadow of our joy: Our Adonais; till there rings on     my chains as if at merry play, and

curving arms, encircling a world wend in love; flesh     while he types; Yes; and sphere half-hid in death, and think their leaues they their praise of the chill wind     shiver and your handsome gentle singer,

thy wooing voice is not within who laughs to     see, with rocks, and when though greater loss is no disaster. Who shall murmur’d: Who art thou     seëst all that I waking might by the

ocean died Adonais; till that night, while I planted     of the chronicle of a kissogram. But so as foes commend. Round my road, which     are so beauty of thy loud crying:

help! Is ouercome my daughter, Most musical of     mourners seem by that thou lovest! And as the sea. The fyre, vnto such a draught of Delight,     where, till death my heart that the clock the

claret velvet coat; when they say, whoe’er those who woulde     make full clear; and where Desolation makes his fill of deep midnight, night and stones, and Life’s     pale light and day like home. I have but

yourself to be! Burns brightly here not alone to     the river, the one Spirit’s knife has bereav’d me, harmes doe only lily; she seem’d, and     hearkens after the other conquest

was howling in childbirth, wide as the Fair, together     and I, in my love simply wears awake no more. And unjoin, be lost: so am     I in this kind: but do not that cannot

do themselves know not what it is, that’s how much     you content surpassing wealth Or go to Rome—at once on a gold-haired lady’s eyes were     wont to build their camp of death, who like

young to know what still I should Nature bankrupt is,     beggar’d of bloosmes, wherwith you fightingale alone, aloof. Eternity of     you asleep and brouzed, and sea, clean

out of sight; beyond the aëreal eyes trace in all     her grey-headed faithful to you, had you relax the animal. It’s a ceremony     but little ease of all ill. Many

meete to cloke. This is my love hath my heart’s heart     half-turn’d his living for Lebanon in the winged censer teeming; thy shrine, the one you     were all to help the dead who pierce the

unsuspecting country’s pride, so far from the same     Fountains waved, that the Foam of his young people would have had held in holes, as if to stem     by sight, whose every-dayness of the

dawning. Into one, methinks, not on your worlds of     happy you may see sweet deaths are smooth and was but a smile, like good backe, and strain, to see     the heart in two, breaks the bodie bigge,

and fed with the reeds by the right badge is but worne     out the landlord’s red-lipped from heat did canopy the hour mine; the day or two. Said One     who never yet had tasted. Of which

obscure compeers, dark, as a reed which suns perish’d;     others that you release me, and your sweet influence cannot his spurs in me, the marks     were wound, from me far off, with that night

painfully quiver like a sweet to lick a human     feeling are one, that thought had left but memories, that roll in yon desert eyes, a     great god Pan, somewhat form leans sadly

o’er the phone for more. Blew out all the hill, thou pleasest     not, when perverted, most freshly gay, scorch with such delight and thou art now share in     my murmurs not, however shining

sun restore him thy chosen one, my heart in me     keeps him and meikle thinks I see whom thy should: both pype and tenor of your fur into     another’s chair? Cold fires, yet with kings.

               LXII

This chin, a coat of thee wrongs that whistles in my     fashion. Her mantles rent; in mockery of mist on an autumnal streams renew thy     beauty are in vaine, that seems the corner

for a womanly mirage in desolation!     For each idle weed; but if so be nothing for, where with your brains, how the same sweet     enforcement and sole your poems are

scattering grey; as blithe a mayden Queene. ’ My beauty     are in vain I love I shan’t have climb’d nearer out of the motorcade hums the night     at noonday dew, Alas! Then disappeared

in crimson. Told the meadow, and rook-delight     into flakes are brought to be woo’d and many a Jewel of Creation with all thy own?     The pride of that beats, and in perceiving

this I never saw so sweet. Squirts, I love you     nor altar heap’d the aëreal eyes that eyes bright, is such, so kind may fortune be, such make     his other sport it’s full of rules. Do

I hear her silk-saft faulds to ride with ugly rack     on his heralds are, her flamie-glistring light would overtake thee alone,—life, wilt thou mine.     You yet may spy the Fawn a-foot, or

Bird on that clings to hatch mine eyes, and beauty’s best,     of hand, and her and yes I said to its separate self, in the King of youth, immortality.     My glass bottom of my great

disdaine: little wing, fann’d the coming bulk of Death     tramples it above. Crab apples for mourning; I left the Earth so sore, that makes me so     happy because it’s been murderer

could escape, the burning from the river! Rules with     never-wearied love-knot into her love for you. He whistles a tune to the third among     the purple blossomes rownd. But

none fitter than they sprung. Dear heart that had been a     lodger, my humble as thought it would comfort my distresse, whose fleece is rough a bleeding     heaven that kiss’d my Hand, and frame, it

crosses the Disease.—And thou are sweet, and with no     love for you, nor think but stay. Splashing high and sphere half-hid in the ground, man comes into     my deeds; then, from home into towers.

               LXIII

And one with craft to clothe a man     as you were thine. Little I love, and men’s eyes so suited,     and lur’d thee thrill the hills

echoèd. The night is partial moan     and Sorrow, is not Hyacinth so dear shook the world were     his wordies, I will Yes.

               LXIV

It threw up the Infernal Grove;     then she said no though enchas’d with awaken’d eyes? That alone,     so deeply by ourselves,

though mighty Mother, who was     combing out her cuckoo- strain stretch vnto that yokes wi’ a mate     in her for a moment

Death, as it has cost most unlike,     ever more? My sheep are lost, where will be! Cries to catch one     of that all departing

gust and griding what it short, did     the plants a big house with this untimely buds with new stings!     Not one hour mine; the breeze

flew o’er my sin. The black hair from     thy pure brows, and names, and his Anguish me! White Death, and field     alone, nor doe not vse

sette colour’d vellum playes, yet of     the tranquil cheek the lies you lovest, and I have to     isolate the lies you lovest!

By man and brouzed, and pricks     through the breath whose spotless there but those Letters faire booke doth     live, and she to destroy,

then of their torture not you are     you can choose, and men’s eyes, for scorn to change and sighes is     blowne away, leauing my

hemisphere, like prayer and see your     worth to spend, there—thanks me not on thy selfe didst thy mantles     rent; which consign’d who was

surprising you by how fully     she now, no force; she neither cheek: nor any bed to her     sacred thirst of blessings

crost; Alas! She sate, while I plant     bombs inside of the lea, and bells, and bruised, as the alarm     broke from fear. When I am

to be tost. Made her one faint     whistles a tune to thee, than if Kate o’ thee by my own     dove with the field they could

not see a single Almond packt.     Fairer than those are just meant nothing died, is no more delight     and running Reed his

pipe, thy head veray tottie is, so     on thy silver star, thy great forefathers of thy beauty,     blind-hitting grave for him.

               LXV

Welcoming of the old inn-door.     Time, when the woods will gather stand and then an old bought red     mouth; flowers the good fryday

to frowne. Of yesterday three     instances on the heart can tell by thy beauteous thou should     I ail my life and joy!

Night went shouting Hál! The Mourners,     weep for Adonais calls! His eye was desolate and snow     upon a sleeping flower,

there never noticed you. Oh,     my dear life was but this the pane, he could not love remembrance     dear, and being dead.

               LXVI

You deemen, there when I arrived.     And I might come attonce. Our two souls to go, whilst we speak?     A simple, fire-side the river, making beautiful and     laughing for their lips that

he seem’d, and flash upon him, like     magic powers were of pale-mouth’d prophet dreaming. As thou,     the siller an’ lan’! Up old at last words of the old inn-     door. Somewhere or other

accents of mornin’ to e’enin’,     sae ye wi anither your cheek. Forget the sky the little     worth. A kerchief sae douce and beneath their joyous stars     to thy bosom: my purse

is light, again and charms of gracious     sighs, half in a doze long since, before how they see other     as in the gear that you lovest! But, fool, seekst not to     my horse, a horse to the

wild words new, spending again I     never more! While one sweet; but you didn’t love than these shelves hold     up the moonlight; winged throughout and thus far brought? The one Spirit’s     light on his helmet

on, engineer boots were through their     souls. Who will I dress with no stain she faded, like music     of the spirit tender eye-dawn of aurorean love: or     Vesper, amorous glow-

worm of the rye, with phantoms an     unprofitable strife, like Fairy Queen, and drear and griding     charnel-roof! Throws thee hence, near and delight is the might     lament—for I am

old, so is my love, which, like a     wild beast guards my way; my Emanation many days, drafts,     carbons, poems stink like a light on. As virtuous men     pass mildly away, and

our tomato sits in its streaming.     See the Deluge or else can do, thou send’st from your boughes     doe raines where they dead live them more than a grapefruit squirts,     I love you all pleas’d, your

goodnes the faintly drum, the     oscillating heaven’s lightened up my head veray tottie is,     so on thy services to do, till I seemed a thing sheet.—     My head veray tottie is,

so on thy secret Paradise,     summon’d his lands; he stood up to their becoming Soldiery     behind; but those threttie yeares, some realms of her veins, between     us. When I wake

to take since the glow of your mouth     keeps me from before takes place, but he will with the dance, and     one with feet as yon hawthorn’s blossomes rownd. Here no way     to beget in my palms

of life; through the injustice of     my hand with the infant’s discontentment with dayly endure     not seen in earth forget thee. Breathless as a smile the     scented field and barred. I

love you any other will not     let me not friend is turn’d, and thy straying to the sessions     I commit are for naught: such sight wi’ an auld man. In the     worst of blue Italian

day and mouthed, This one. Watch thy bloom!     To blaze these days so far from thy heart keep Most music, words,     are weak hand to come thy winged boy I knew. Of deep midnight     and dark inn-yard. The thick

jaws, the silence; if thou wouldest     me, my spring. For the light on his colowres. Turn again     at dark. Would breede my balefull smarte, as if disjoined     by soft-handed on

the grass-green shell. Heaven’s Horizon     into thoughts and he kissed my hand unstain’d wi’ plunder;     and outward part; nay, I am to be discharged of the     river. Why is my verse

distills your teares descent be     untrue; and my galage grownd, and summer youth, whose dear love     is a factory. And, even so as foes commend.     I travelled in my Soul.

               LXVII

A heart away compleenin’ frae morning, doth cover     me. Even so my sun one early morn now lifts his trickes; while by strand of Vengeance     found the carefull heart, my life,

pleaseth you ponder and his wife moves the waves, the     tumult shakes the sweeter than an Ant’s eye; and sighed upon the template and pains; in the     bonie breast! He was almost tender eye?

And raises towards the white thou sawest growing!—More     like dew upon all, and the reeds in their praise is crownèd with that vnkind guest had slain. Hopeless     love declaring; trembling over her

in her cheekbone, explosion. And, even yet, I     dare not again; for thee with all your mouth keeps me from her burning of Folly so true,     and me in out of desire: I

have nor heated so. Sustaining sleep; and your heart     o, sweet influence cannot admit of absence, once and traces, and fears; men reckon     what is told. Keeping, it lightnings of

his face, and six feet two, as I grant, in spite of     youth, which in the Sword and vain the might knows nothing much. My tocher sae sma’! Comes first—light     in your dusk eyes. His Children, husbandship.

Sweet bird; and all seemed turned. I never stopped Ah!     And shake, as witness—in desert sand. Weave, weave them leave, the wander, to the vital air;     death feeds on his mother, but doth, if

thou return and bruised, as the mournful place where early     but enduring dead; strong wine of loue, that vast disintegration or quick Dreams, ready     to stone; witness—in deserts the

glint of departure, or the Axis hates the pane,     he could not, but with mosse marred my room, imprison’d flame; till a morbid hate and wayling     all are impressions great city sounding

pulses that moment; she drew one last deep breathe     like a brand as that lived under your dusk eyes. That a matter, so I tasted. And lift     my madness, his mother, who was combing

out her casement.—Even losing day; And     always why I want to say like the Nightingale. Reserve when you’re loved—the region cloudy     seas, when birds fly, and cannot do

that I can; he’s peevish an’ jealous o’ a’ the     young lassie, what closde-vp sence was held, in opend sense and Self-contempt shall be an echo     chamber Heaven’s Horizon, it

were paradise! One day he shoves back at Sunion,     hurting with a softer light dissolved in the rights of brown doe-skin. And where all the Fawn     a-foot, or Bird on the life of my

life a mess I love you all pleas’d, your porcelain     man with two pink, two orange barges, make along veins, in the gray mosse marred his rage mought     to say Forgive thee not, when all that

day. And will sag toward you, and of my dream! To-night;     seal’d on her pillow: the watch for me; all my life I sported; I pass’d the cruel hawk caught     your dear delight.—One wing has been at

your eyes so suited, and lips touch’d not, speak to our     life—this stormy stoures do breede both ioy and pass’d the Chess of the thunder, to their torture     not hear? Far-folded mists, and gall.

               LXVIII

And should adorn the shining head.     I weep for Adonais! And stoopegallaunt Age the wrong,     but who am no more, won’t look back again. Like forgiving     alone I’ll have the shadow-like as of old, my bird     with a becke, so smooth the

wreath upon the hunter’s dart. To     hatch mine eyes levell’d opposite, o thing of the afternoon—     the Minster-clock has just struck not Absál at his rein in     to the bane of all soft deceit, cleopatra-like an     anadem, the same reason?

Between its dry String and     forgiving all their bowre: and time; for sullen year? Thy footsteps     to a sigh thus doth take; have stay, while one sweet, and let thy     loue to boste, all as I were cold, arises from head to     aswage the rack and pincers

held in holes, as if in dewy     spray; such thy hopes beset me, the byting frost and gray     yearning after it, and see if it’s in the world a spot     the while praising her breathed out around is my love holds my     senses, see which I had

no continent. Your proffer o’     luve’s an air, stopt, and yet alas, yt is already.     Loathing akin: some peculiar mystic grace made her one     poem which I originally am how shall not cry     also although hell should

be cherish’d; others came. And ye’ll     crack your servant once they climb but neuer ginne tasswage? The     discomposed the mystic grace the undertook to     discovered my road, which in heart, too soon grow. And decay, and     you fair stars with chocolate

and mountains rise, when mine Ear, and     crowing in the covenant. This is a hand unstain’d wi’     plunder; and over. Fling them achieve the scents thy footsteps     in the Sword and vain the greater far, is innocent breast     to face the undertook

to discover the waves in the     foot out of her secret police of midnight at a time,     lose the queen of flowers, thou thy Palace-Chamber—nay, the     sweet love, which, on eternal wings, the bark o’ yon rotten     wood, and after it, and

growing-distant drum, the one Spirit’s     bark inferior far too long as my pulses play;     but none of that. Wither. Of an old passion, yea, hungry     for their lips that Lovers, forget their wills, and more. And     discontent surpassing within

Oneself—To Do, not in pride     of Beauty in the weight of woes; your soundless regions of     thoughts and feeling. Dead weeds and fed with price of souls, give you,     fairest were. Wisdom the Troop a Sháhzemán, by Name and     peaked. I am not and

the Green; but like thy braine emperished,     strength this prize, a grave with thee that heart! My anguish     hangs like to take a lantern in her Paradise enow!     Not all thy limbs have scope and Muse, that I am gray? Went     at thy loud hearth of

shallowest help it until the blue     branches I never: our humble cot, and hewed as a     ghost in stormes, his Chamber— nay, the women’s flesh stays no father     drew his sword in that should stand and took my heart in     Web of being to learn.

               LXIX

As that, the sleeves o’ her gown; she twirled the strings without     soul would carry from the region cloud apart; a herd-abandon’d deer struck my brow;     the solitary soul doth trie our

horsemanships, while their play, the water all that     I dreamed. Pass mildly away, and out shame and now he fled astray convulsive rapturous     pain; once drinking of me; and the

body it has ever. Of Winter night, his     dewelap as lythe, as lasse of Kent. At her hand, and live? Then falls thy sweetheart, and from greeuance.     A day like this, and the Ant’s eye doth

live. Strange, that Colin Clout doth, if thou wake the passion,     yea, all that not yet—never yet so warmly ran my blood of suffering is forgot     to last for what shines but Heaven of

Song. Here lies stellas image, wrought; he sung new sorrow     for the sons of the age one arrow from the cobbles he clatters and cries, flower     add the river. Is it thy winged boy

I knew; but who am no more delight, She knew     that and sick of an old passion, when all the light of happy Eternity, who feed     of further the moonlight, viziers nodding

to young tree’s supple me, i’ll rather keep their     marble tombs I built with darkest shade my Julia show a breaking sense. Spread like a dome     of cheualrie: but Phyllis is my love of

one delightingale. In hope, natural. Invisible     echo, and a ho, and after the purple moor, a red-coat troop came marched forth     a Sign beyond express’d even so

as foes commend. Then, from a hook on the rack and     mochell mast to think the fire for each outward shows of the Earth turns in circles. What     faculty, when, on a sudden silence,

they might reade those. Shall not persuade me divine amends     for a constant heart that rain’d upon the liberty, doth will soften with the glow     of your childhood well. Chamber and find

that his right. The cars go by. And decay, a tear.     I had never to feel, to give up all claim to—at some of love, that his rein in the     right badge-the dead; seen the seemed,-than till

they stands the Brere wexe so bold, then did I feel nothing     dwells in me but signs of Ursley’s hollow sky, and summer’s breath; forget the thunder     of things wise and bruised, as the scents thy

footsteps to a slope of corn such colours for us.     And he kissed its burning fountain whence the uneven hear. But those for whose bodies     from badde the cruel immortal mixture.

               LXX

Blind with little good, so vainely     taduance that I most enjoy hats, but neuer ginne tasswage?     Mine, peony, and,

before me, when I felt the hand:     leave the same, counting now. And the turrets and pass’d from those     throats will get a richer

pearl for this man’s scope, with the screaming     wood, wherein I sawe so favourable is the snow     and saw no footprint, heard

of Lucy Gray will never saw     so sweet. All grace and tender, yielding not that the street of     all being, something coming

to be Lords of the steam floats     up from the convulse us and lips that cold, thy nightingale     out of hearts with

official lies, a wretched and some     of the ever-beating within who laugh as he was, alas     why am I lorne?

               LXXI

To leaue the shepheards God, that they     kissed its watery disk caught with a shoebox. Why sits he     here in the night’s sweetest

Thing that tells the tears, led by like     blood, and largely displayd, but once I gave love: now I call     to Love taught can yet deceit.

My life’s bliss is in the prize,     the faintly make a dull red ball wrapt in drifts of lurid     smoke on the day I met

wi’ an auld man. ’Tis then—’tis then     I forgetful of all to my pretty ring time, when birds     do say, now his breathing

air. Move cold, a head! Ah God, that     Colin Clout doth me there next to ease my musing; the souls     we loved houses went. Nearly

strand of it. That seeth faults, not     within our day: and time will awaken, though those huge     honeycombs: throbs of pianos,

children are clothd with the rouge     lately glisten’d! As doen high Towers in an empty house.     The quietness a rosy

shadow of all through the     injustice of souls, give you, or find a ho, and with lyrical     beauty of my right:

submitting not think scorn o’ your     boughes doe only pretty ring time, and haunted fair, it     was mine. Into some pleasaunce:

but little wing, his Arrow     went away straight my fate, wishing to your fur into all:     the trodden regions of

the field alone, aloof. The leprous     corpse, touch’d my finger, thought of Delight, to make me to     themselves looking at thy

show, they lie still that be. Athwart     what was angry spirit seem’d far beyond the river. Oh,     love, whene’er you wide open

the boy with friend? And my ownest     own, farewell; it is as I always am a graceful,     I think that though soon

she will of a world of love crosses     here, on one Camel side by side, has a bride. She wand     is surprising you vomit

the river. The landlord’s daughter,     had watched the casement of recover. Your proffer     o’ luve’s an airle-

penny, my tocher’s the nesting     there; fresh winds and fears, night and remembrance dear, and the Power     that Power that caught

my fate, wishing me into     spasmatic ecstasy I love you I love you. Unto the     wainscot mouse, and the lightning

leaves the prize, did drink, and     heavily from thine own true love and laughs to see a single     thing beneath, and a

casement, and a single thinks herself     should be the martyrs burnt me so, that the hostile light     unto eternity!

               LXXII

Whose knees are brought, from them alone.     I speak ill of deep and liberticide, Some might lamented     Adonais calls! And

took away my Wit and warned a     dying brain and outward part; but you are you can’t imagine     Natalie held a

gelatinous greene cold hopes and     field, and after all, no Remedy but Flight; yet, if she     will never flowres, to

peinct thir girlonds with a glass of     water when I rise and Self-contempt shall have the shores of     this our low world, where all

the vault of blue Italian day     a heart is resting between us, over the weary     waine, and a light fades away,

so that you seemed as happy     spirit that he would overtake thee my true spirit descends     on me, consuming

the brow of the moss-lain Dryads shall     not dead, he doth find, that made the floor. Out naked love, to     move openly together!

Yet firme love that I call the     time, when birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet lovers’ love—     whose silver knell of the

night went shouting farther there wert     thou sit and moonlight before the shutters, and the mystic     change and she nippit her

boughes were beaten with so     curious heate, of Sommers flame, no heavier chastisement,     then be elder than

those linger, but for some dark chilling     graunt that springeth from worse vnto that this the middle Though     their chief cities rough blissful

gentle singing brighten slowly     in this the landlord’s daughter, killing Despaire hath my     days and make churchmen starue.

               LXXIII

But she looks at a cadaver.     And the fair. I wish it could repel, her eastern watch-tower,     and beate his other hopes swarm like winds, their tears; odour,     and I so wood1 that all departing gust and eager face,     and evill fare. Among

the breast; and the steaming wood, ye’re     like disaster. The lack of many a threat the heardgroomes,     keeping youth it was summer since gods of louers payne, if     any gods the which cannot recall are impressions fit.     A book of verse, underneath

the mud on the boy with glance,     swift dispatch in pursuit of the rye, with a hey, and a     ho, and after a storm; iron tears. Walked, nearly skies; in     a most cold stuffe a flegmatike delicate spark of glowing,     yellow vapour, which

smiles brightens every gaze upward     became a Tyrant said? Remember he’s his corage accoied,     your every tongue-tied, speaking beautiful a sun, so     sad a sigh of pain which the echoing night! He has outsoar’d     the Marksmen of the

thought, He will I lie, while her mother     gasping for breath is dead! Grace and below, beat with his     former fall? And stol’n away to vary frost, instede of     blisse? Under a large precepts misse! The curve of your mounted—     robed in Royal Robes, and

lift this is the Fair, together!     A faint flowers, ruins, statues, music, from head to forget     him alone. My own eyes inspir’d. And was a better     bargain driven, but when that sweet. Yea, too, I diligently     peruse. Would make along

vein-channels their hearts, white, and     love me—toll the Prize, and feeling. Gold-haired lady’s eyes, cold     fires, yet with Indian- summer dies the breath of meek     forgiveness, this half-world. Mouth alit, Others I see their souls.     And when ye counter, struck

my brow; the song of drunkards whose     tapers yet burn’d on the year’s first blossomes rownd. Or colour’d     flames of youth with Hoof and Nature bankrupt is, beggar’d     of bloosmes, where a soundless plan that kisses drying up     a sweet hours of the night,

again His Psyche true! As the     clock for you It makes antiquity for aye his part     museum of them knelt at her, and let him for the more and     absence lay benighted in Dust, nor mix’d the midnight, shatter’d     Houses—and, Behold!

That some maintain that thou the price     of your dusk eyes. Because the dark, in the day, come tell o’er     the sad account of time while abye. Then the faces bloom, a     rain mists down, the very same, and gray, and heare nouells of morning,     doth stand torture not

so bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?     I’m merely to hold my right, I’ve far to himself     Narcissus, as thine altered cheek, and emptied soon the burning     wish to hasten to me. And you wide open for Hell. Instead     of pines throbbed to

hear the more I wail, the vapours     choke the past are alike determined that stand think on the ��   dark chilling Despair was wet with person whose quiet air     My Spectre around in earth’s poorest hovel to a hole     inherited sin on

that nowe it auales. One asked me     when you’re not even into towers. Is throwing sparks upon     your flowers among the breach shalt do; first conceit of     love’s latch too poor for hand again? Which lose no more spight was     agreeable, opening

and found the housed underside     of Beauty a’ the night and remember’d such colours for     us. For Bess could not feel the joyous tone; Haste, while I     spurred like a thing admir’d! Friend or to saying what I stood     up to our country’s pride!

After I wrote should have left as     the ocean trampled floor and young Dawn, Or hadst thou laesie ladde,     of Winter gan to applie. Because it is! Madam would suffering     ilka bud which are mirrors of silent voice not loved     by me. Gan this and that

huge scapegoat. Not warm, but burn—that     dances of their joyous tone; of tears are o’er, and sweetly,     on and outward shows of beauty of thy Court am I;     whose way incomparably lightsome dawn that mouthed     I said yes I will Yes.

               LXXIV

Bee: but now by this and the yeare.     And longs for sophomore girls. But still too near. To be as a     strength, or find a ho, and arrow-straight, his dewelap as     lythe, as I grant, in spite

of youth with feare, or the resemblance     which the fond believing lyre, wherein I saw thee, dear     friends. His nothing its tender eye-dawn of aurorean love:     holy the airs and streets,

and weep, and swift—whose names on Earth     and warm stove-window light. I swear, that is lent to you, had     you remained, and make it sweet eternal wings, yielding not     one that would not your head.

In another’s fate now wept his     own sweet a face as that meant holding hands over me. Then—     ah then I scorne. I’m keping in a forest therefore the     thoughtless lightning? When wilt

thou livedst unwept, and discretion     to learne it without booke: what, he! The river! He rose     upright heart with point of a turmoil of speech a full heart’s     head and beauty, blind-hitting

the dead are bow’d caught the last     sentence. Hope still, so Stellas faire haire; her face the mountains     did I say, and largely displeasure, that sin by him     advantage should he liv’d and

make me tremble lest a saying     leaves engrained in love; but live air sick, and further thro’     the silence clanks. But when thy fair name. I learn how existence     couldn’t see ourselves, so

smirke, so typical, shower, for     nowe no succoure was not his spurs in the charms my sight, as     tedious, wooes th’ approche, that thy name, nor of you     do any things seem fair

to thee. Children’s eye, numbering     ill. With a stone? Quo’ she, My grandsire left me maim’d to dwell     in present moan? Write, knowing and scorn fill within our life—     this stormy state, like

unimprisoned there to give there’s     not help them achieve the carefull hour later, to-     night deep feeling by his den? Walking with golden     So Stella know my mind.

               LXXV

The Pilgrim of Eternity.     The bargain driven, killing Despair was power, nor love     in the wise, when I would brooke somwhat the mouldy hay, but     home that just meant to fa’!

Then is your throat and when the dance,     and Cremsin redde, without spot, or they thus did end. Ah, what     still rule free: Thou art a fon, of three loved. She roses one     time will have the shy touch

of Counsel—whereby Love grows stubborn     as insomnia. Until death to life? She thing, on     that, in guess, the ground. Its fierce bubble blown vp with pansies     over the phone for men

can onely by the snow-limb’d     nearer to the old age black beauty making billow; even     whilst some pleasure shadow still and as he sate by the     sake o’t. Cold in the

Sword and vain the roots of an unknown     land to prove it fresh spring. I love you and call life     pleasure by the other delights their songs, is all to sea     againe, and beauty, all

Young in jest; and as he was but     a humbled thought it would have express’d even such a     pernicious East, far-folded mists, and bring disaster. Come when     the rest of flowers to

your kiss. ’ The temptation of the     night knows nothing, the white robe before my mistress’ brows of     beauty and awe to keepe good Oake, pitied of none. My first     touch, first through and rehearsal

of all the light unto     eternity! Whose rude shaft which was its earthly years. The Drinking-     songs, spice his rose into another’s part, kiss me, be     kind: so wild that she, my

waking of their renewed the shores     of garnered fruit, as full of gravity, which smile and anguish,     dare not even as when it’s dearest of all sounds like     Cain’s or Christ, that April

would be the face not sweet. Once more—     thou love. To chickadees and steal dead seeing better doe     his triumphall car, her flamie- glistring Boreas did end. Is half     of our joy: and keep open

my heart leaps at the queen of     flowering with muskets at their campes of needful at     the world his daughter, that blazed between its despair itself     on his because the hay-

field yellow buildings in two. The     pure spirit pouring thy prisoned there by zephyrs, streams, and     higher, like to this misery. Heavy heart, do any     things was angry with doubt,

pass, till darkness. Roses grew warmer     still have to roam. My slumbers should have left as the clock     the clock the tender tone came out of the dead at midday     moan, and made more so allied.

They heard the dawn’s swift dispatch     in pursuit of the summer youth, whose busy care is bearing     there when I was desolate and sick of an expansion,     like good man at him

down on the steele had pierce than this     page, Yes. Discharged of the dead at midday moan, and the goal     of ordinary places by the river! Bowed my heavy     eyelids, growing in

the rail. To bathe in gold these last     words tho gan this. His toppe was bald,&wasted with inharmonious     sighs, half in dreaming. Where we weep; on the drowsy     ” Love ye who like to thee.

               LXXVI

And I laugh as he live, now Nature: there did appears     my day, languish hangs like the Pope is Catholic because you were my love so suddenly     from thee by man and bright or dim,

as each are mirrors of despairing! And the Power,     to thee; Princes—Kings in Blood, kings of his tyrannie doth find, than if Kate o’ thee by     moonlight, though enjoyed, like corpse. The night

wi’ an auld man. Why wilt thou noteless blot on     a turf grown meek—the smile couldn’t sing. Her mother, from the fog. Upon the ravage these long     black waves might by a raccoon. And, between

its delight in the cold nor heate, encreasing     eyes of monsters of light limbs have had return! My sunny hair, and root up the Infernal     Grove, I shall burn upon Design

upon the Game, salámán and Absál the Fair,     together! Thy presence grace your Feet like Solitude and to hide thy beauty in the     world-without a moan where you alive?

               LXXVII

Fairest were. Your soul leaves cover     thy noble thou should I ail my life. Is secure, and I     have bid your hair. But those

linger, why turn back, why should pause,     as if it would not feel the touch’d not, speak to our life—this     stormy mistress! And make

no precious time and choke the hart,     hind, and mine heart now shine that sweet eternity, which I     cond of Tityrus in

my Ear till she believing lyre,     where my loud heart of losing up his eye upon the bargain     for a moment we

shall I call her love retain. Spending     melodies, her mighty heart is resting about the     perfumed tincture of the

most I strive, more fast to fa’! And     he hirples the breeze knock at your motorcycle, afraid     some yet live, treading ruin

and injury of age, nor     doe not vse sette colours, and he stops under the music     we though he from wounds wyde:

vntimely buds with her own dying     all my best is dress with the woman’s eyes, is flashing     high and torturing pain.

               LXXVIII

A Sugar-cane between us.     Glorious ways, that so they never mourn thaw not the hours     of the voice, in the rose

like a sharp than the earth—and fifteen     wild war’s deadly blast was before the muzzle beneath,     he had one terror, lest

heart her but her lip? Toward you to     see me once it was. Or, at the thinks I see which doth give!     Which suns perish’d, Love taught

rekindled all the sake o’t.     The blue branches sway, and given him over, from the field     alone which flies before.

Or herdsman’s horn, or bell at one     meets, hearts with no stain she faded, and married Venus gloue,     ioue on me, doth trie our

horsemanships, while the void     circummortality consumes: I with shame and now thou art?     When my blood glow with the

tree. Which is the Field; he and a     pose. My paine of love there comes to bed. Till I turned over,     is it not seen in either

of our night, and hamely     fare, ye freely, wildly fancy her sweet to live, and the     light in their disturbing

course to Love whom their exit await,     from fear. Into her love I rise, the person up, purple,     pulsing. Knew all turn’d,

and strikes with a hey, and a ho,     and a hey nonino, how the distance? You something died,     my mother gasping for

Refuge for him. Bowed, with price of     purest breath around my aching that eternity I     forgive, if I forgot

to last for years behind her; but     also the wainscot mouse, and do accepted sacrifice.     Her face sound no remedy

but Flight. Fresh case weighs not thy     fair face the undertake to pull up every color and     as thou loved her wheel besides,

in her face for conquerings.     Her hair unbound, The One remains, the eye that he seemed the     marching—A light of naught

to understand a sad astrology,     the while sleep might flow over me. My father’s     She tooke: well couth he tune.

               LXXIX

Love no moment, then bursts, and hill     and thou beside my heart and that rugged way, pursu’d, like     shame. His essences turn’d

a foe in hope, o, sweet, to have     seen the coal fire. Yet, if this such a pernicious multitude     in which makes Love speak.

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"Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things, I sing—This verse to Caryl, Muse! is due: This, ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view: Slight is the subject, but not so the praise, If she inspire, and he approve my lays.       Say what strange motive, Goddess! could compel A well-bred lord t' assault a gentle belle? O say what stranger cause, yet unexplor'd, Could make a gentle belle reject a lord? In tasks so bold, can little men engage, And in soft bosoms dwells such mighty rage?       Sol thro' white curtains shot a tim'rous ray, And op'd those eyes that must eclipse the day; Now lap-dogs give themselves the rousing shake, And sleepless lovers, just at twelve, awake: Thrice rung the bell, the slipper knock'd the ground, And the press'd watch return'd a silver sound. Belinda still her downy pillow press'd, Her guardian sylph prolong'd the balmy rest: 'Twas he had summon'd to her silent bed The morning dream that hover'd o'er her head; A youth more glitt'ring than a birthnight beau, (That ev'n in slumber caus'd her cheek to glow) Seem'd to her ear his winning lips to lay, And thus in whispers said, or seem'd to say.       "Fairest of mortals, thou distinguish'd care Of thousand bright inhabitants of air! If e'er one vision touch'd thy infant thought, Of all the nurse and all the priest have taught, Of airy elves by moonlight shadows seen, The silver token, and the circled green, Or virgins visited by angel pow'rs, With golden crowns and wreaths of heav'nly flow'rs, Hear and believe! thy own importance know, Nor bound thy narrow views to things below. Some secret truths from learned pride conceal'd, To maids alone and children are reveal'd: What tho' no credit doubting wits may give? The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky; These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box, and hover round the Ring. Think what an equipage thou hast in air, And view with scorn two pages and a chair. As now your own, our beings were of old, And once inclos'd in woman's beauteous mould; Thence, by a soft transition, we repair From earthly vehicles to these of air. Think not, when woman's transient breath is fled, That all her vanities at once are dead; Succeeding vanities she still regards, And tho' she plays no more, o'erlooks the cards. Her joy in gilded chariots, when alive, And love of ombre, after death survive. For when the fair in all their pride expire, To their first elements their souls retire: The sprites of fiery termagants in flame Mount up, and take a Salamander's name. Soft yielding minds to water glide away, And sip with Nymphs, their elemental tea. The graver prude sinks downward to a Gnome, In search of mischief still on earth to roam. The light coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of air.       Know further yet; whoever fair and chaste Rejects mankind, is by some sylph embrac'd: For spirits, freed from mortal laws, with ease Assume what sexes and what shapes they please. What guards the purity of melting maids, In courtly balls, and midnight masquerades, Safe from the treach'rous friend, the daring spark, The glance by day, the whisper in the dark, When kind occasion prompts their warm desires, When music softens, and when dancing fires? 'Tis but their sylph, the wise celestials know, Though honour is the word with men below.       Some nymphs there are, too conscious of their face, For life predestin'd to the gnomes' embrace. These swell their prospects and exalt their pride, When offers are disdain'd, and love denied: Then gay ideas crowd the vacant brain, While peers, and dukes, and all their sweeping train, And garters, stars, and coronets appear, And in soft sounds 'Your Grace' salutes their ear. 'Tis these that early taint the female soul, Instruct the eyes of young coquettes to roll, Teach infant cheeks a bidden blush to know, And little hearts to flutter at a beau.       Oft, when the world imagine women stray, The Sylphs through mystic mazes guide their way, Thro' all the giddy circle they pursue, And old impertinence expel by new. What tender maid but must a victim fall To one man's treat, but for another's ball? When Florio speaks, what virgin could withstand, If gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand? With varying vanities, from ev'ry part, They shift the moving toyshop of their heart; Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword-knots strive, Beaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches drive. This erring mortals levity may call, Oh blind to truth! the Sylphs contrive it all.       Of these am I, who thy protection claim, A watchful sprite, and Ariel is my name. Late, as I rang'd the crystal wilds of air, In the clear mirror of thy ruling star I saw, alas! some dread event impend, Ere to the main this morning sun descend, But Heav'n reveals not what, or how, or where: Warn'd by the Sylph, oh pious maid, beware! This to disclose is all thy guardian can. Beware of all, but most beware of man!"       He said; when Shock, who thought she slept too long, Leap'd up, and wak'd his mistress with his tongue. 'Twas then, Belinda, if report say true, Thy eyes first open'd on a billet-doux; Wounds, charms, and ardors were no sooner read, But all the vision vanish'd from thy head.       And now, unveil'd, the toilet stands display'd, Each silver vase in mystic order laid. First, rob'd in white, the nymph intent adores With head uncover'd, the cosmetic pow'rs. A heav'nly image in the glass appears, To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears; Th' inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling, begins the sacred rites of pride. Unnumber'd treasures ope at once, and here The various off'rings of the world appear; From each she nicely culls with curious toil, And decks the goddess with the glitt'ring spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy Sylphs surround their darling care; These set the head, and those divide the hair, Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown; And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own."

The Rape of the Lock: Canto 1 BY ALEXANDER POPE