"...And such a monument a man may make!
These things of steel and marble, words and clay,
pass down for generations; we mistake
a century as longer than a day.
The efforts of a man no more may last
than those put forth by his entire kind;
the shadow each new artifact may cast
extends no more beyond the species’ line.
Someday the contrails human steps have traced
will be, like every mortal feat, erased."

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Sonnet 045 - XLV
The other two, slight air, and purging fire
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured
By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again, and straight grow sad.

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Saturnales

La lumière printanière
Sur les écrits saturniens :
Ces chemins de bohémiens
Usés de belle manière.

Cette belle nuit pionnière
Rendit jaloux Valentin.
La célébration des païens
Et leurs étranges prières.

Dès lors, l’hiver qui s’enfuit,
Sans un adieu, sans un bruit,
Fait place au soleil radieux.

Tel un chant ou un roman :
Une braise au fond des yeux,
Et leurs cœurs en chœur battant.

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Sonnet 069 - LXIX
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd;
But those same tongues, that give thee so thine own,
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that in guess they measure by thy deeds;
Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.

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Sonnet 116 - CXVI
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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