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Gilgamesh said to him, to Utanapishtim, the Distant One: As I look upon you, Utanapishtim, your limbs are not different, you are just as I am.

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How beautiful is your beloved

the one adored of your heart

when she has returned from the meadow!

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Book of Genesis from the Hebrew Bible. (1000 BCE)

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Book of Genesis from the Hebrew Bible. (1000 BCE)

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The LORD saw that wickedness of man was great in the earth, that every intention of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually.

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Increasing Corruption on Earth When man began to multiply on the face of the land and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw that the daughters of man were attractive. And they took as thei

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Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind, child of Zeus, who twists lures, I beg you

do not break with hard pains,

oh Lady, my heart

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Highest good is like water. Because water excels at benefitting the myriad creatures without contending with them and settles where none would like to be, it comes close to the way.

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The Master said, "He who rules by virtue is like the polestar, which remains unmoving in its mansion while all the other stars revolve respectfully around it."

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Oedipus: Ah God! It was true! All the prophecies! Now - Oh Light, may I look upon you for the last time! I, Oedipus,

Oedipus, damned in his birth, in his marriage damned, damned in the blood he shed with his own hand!

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In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was first registration with Quirinius was governor of Syria. And all went to be registered, each to his own town. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the town of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem,

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The Birth of Jesus Christ In those days #Acts 17:7 a decree went out from #[ch. 3:1] Caesar Augustus that all the world should be #[Acts 5:37]registered. This was the first #[See ver. 1 above] regist

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At first our bodies knew a perfect oneness,

but then grew two with you as lover

and I, unhappy I, the loved.

Now you are husband, I the wife,

what's left except of this my life,

too hard to break, to reap the bitter fruit,

your broken faith.

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Good neighbor wife, I beg you

keep your eye upon my house a moment

the baby's father hates to drink

the tasteless water from the well.

Better I go then, though alone, to the riverbank

dark with tamala trees and thick with canes,

which with their sharp and broken stems

may scratch my breast.

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In the name of Allah, the Compassionate, the Merciful.

Kaf. Ha. Ya. Ayn. Saad.

...

And mention in the scripture Mary, when she withdrew from her family to an eastern location.

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Surah Maryam: Arabic & English: Read, Listen, Search

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It was the morning of that blessèd day

Whereon the Sun in pity veiled his glare

For the Lord’s agony, that, unaware

I fell a captive, Lady, to the sway

Of your swift eyes:  that seemed no time to stay

The strokes of love:  I stepped into the snare

Secure, with no suspicion, then and there

I found my cue in man’s most tragic play.

Love caught me naked to his shaft, his sheaf

The entrance for his ambush and surprise

Against the heart wide open through the eyes,

The constant gate and fountain of my grief.

How craven so to strike me striken so

Yet from you fully armed conceal his bow!

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Sonnet III. By Extra Info:

Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch)

Era 'l giorno ch' al sol si scoloraro.

HE BLAMES LOVE FOR WOUNDING HIM ON A HOLY DAY (GOOD FRIDAY).

'Twas on the morn, when heaven its blessed ray
In pity to its suffering master veil'd,

First did I, Lady, to your beauty yield,
Of your victorious eyes th' unguarded prey.
Ah! little reck'd I that, on such a day,
Needed against Love's arrows any shield;
And trod, securely trod, the fatal field:
Whence, with the world's, began my heart's dismay.
On every side Love found his victim bare,
And through mine eyes transfix'd my throbbing heart;
Those eyes, which now with constant sorrows flow:
But poor the triumph of his boasted art,
Who thus could pierce a naked youth, nor dare
To you in armour mail'd even to display his bow!

WRANGHAM.

'Twas on the blessed morning when the sun
In pity to our Maker hid his light,
That, unawares, the captive I was won,
Lady, of your bright eyes which chain'd me quite;
That seem'd to me no time against the blows
Of love to make defence, to frame relief:
Secure and unsuspecting, thus my woes
Date their commencement from the common grief.
Love found me feeble then and fenceless all,
Open the way and easy to my heart
Through eyes, where since my sorrows ebb and flow:
But therein was, methinks, his triumph small,
On me, in that weak state, to strike his dart,
Yet hide from you so strong his very bow.

MACGREGOR.

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Public Domain Poetry - Sonnet III. by Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch)

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Famous authors - Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch), featuring the poem Sonnet III.

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Don Quixote was published in 1605.