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Theonöe:
Pardon and truth
Denied to them that soar and seek the Sun,
Granted to those that in congenial dark
Batten and creep, a conquest piteous,
To lose the eagle and to win the worm!
Ah, Galilean, that were a victory
More bitter than your vigil of despair,
Of God forsaken, and by man betray'd,
The night where blaz'd for sole sinister star
The traitor's torch of a familiar foe.
Libanius:
How might a God men pity be a God?
A God that suffer'd were a God that sinn'd
Letting the World's ways mire his marble feet,
The World's dust mar the whiteness of his brow.
Who fram'd th' undying world, himself to die,
Were past conceiving.
