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[Pacifica]

in Shakespeare's play Troilus and Cressida

Three great bits occurring within a short space in that same work:

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,
That all, with one consent, praise newborn gauds,
Though they are made and molded of things past,
And give to dust that is a little gilt
More laud than gilt o’erdusted.
(3.3.181-5)

And better would it fit Achilles much
To throw down Hector than Polyxena.
(3.3.216-7)

Achilles is no longer fighting, because, apparently, he's in love with Hector's sister Polyxena. Here above, Achilles is being told that it would be better for him to "throw down" Hector in battle than to "throw down" Polyxena to have sex with her. And the speaker goes on to say a few lines later:

Sweet, rouse yourself, and the weak wanton Cupid
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold
And, like a dewdrop from the lion’s mane,
Be shook to air.
(3.3.231-4)

 

[Pacifica]

"A shellfish, a fish, a stone ghost..."

I.e. a fossil.

From this video at around 3:25.

 

[Pacifica]

I like this bit from Claudian, especially the underlined phrases:

sed latus, Hesperiae quo Raetia iungitur orae,
praeruptis ferit astra iugis panditque tremendam
vix aestate viam. multi ceu Gorgone visa
obriguere gelu ; multos hausere profundae
vasta mole nives, cumque ipsis saepe iuvencis
naufraga candenti merguntur plaustra barathro.

 

[Pacifica]

Two nice quotes from The Two Noble Kinsmen:


FIRST QUEEN
[...]
A thousand differing ways to one sure end.
THIRD QUEEN
This world’s a city full of straying streets,
And death’s the market-place where each one meets.

***

JAILER They are famed to be a pair of absolute men.
DAUGHTER By my troth, I think fame but stammers ’em. They stand a grise above the reach of report.



And a line from an Arabic poem:


وإذا الفجر مات والنهار انتحر
wa-ʔiḏā l-fajru māta wa-n-nahāru ntaḥar

"And if the dawn dies and the day kills itself..."

 

[Notascooby]

"Pater patratus ad ius iurandum patrandum" Livy

 

[Pacifica]

Shakespeare, Sonnet 30:


When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.

 

[Pacifica]

A un moment indéterminé de l'an de grâce 751, l'année ou Pépin le Bref fut couronné roi des Francs soit dit en passant...
L’an de grâce 751 ?

Vraiment ?

Arrêtons-nous le temps d'une courte - mais nécessaire - digression où il sera question de nombrilisme chronologique pour ne pas dire d’égotisme calendaire.

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