it's basically merlin fanfic
When you see this on your friendslist, post your favourite poem.
Hands down my favourite ever meme. Probably one of the hardest, too.
V. Innocentia
Veritas Viat Fides
Circumdederunt me inimici mei*
Who list his wealth and ease retain,
Himself let him unknown contain.
Press not too fast in at that gate
Where the return stands by disdain,
For sure, circa Regna tonat.
The high mountains are blasted oft
When the low valley is mild and soft.
Fortune with Health stands at debate.
The fall is grievous from aloft.
And sure, circa Regna tonat.
These bloody days have broken my heart.
My lust, my youth did them depart,
And blind desire of estate.
Who hastes to climb seeks to revert.
Of truth, circa Regna tonat.
The bell tower showed me such sight
That in my head sticks day and night.
There did I learn out of a grate,
For all favour, glory, or might,
That yet circa Regna tonat.
By proof, I say, there did I learn:
Wit helpeth not defence too yerne,
Of innocency to plead or prate.
Bear low, therefore, give God the stern,
For sure, circa Regna tonat.
* This is genuinely translated as:
Innocence.
Truth. Wyatt. Faith.
My enemies surround me.
I remember reading a blog post somewhere about how the Sturm und Drang movement was the dawn of emo. I refute that statement, and present Thomas Wyatt's I-slept-with-Anne-Boleyn-and-now-she's-getting-beheaded-and-I-think-"witchcraft"-might-be-a-euphemism-for-"adultery" poem as evidence.
Hands down my favourite ever meme. Probably one of the hardest, too.
V. Innocentia
Veritas Viat Fides
Circumdederunt me inimici mei*
Who list his wealth and ease retain,
Himself let him unknown contain.
Press not too fast in at that gate
Where the return stands by disdain,
For sure, circa Regna tonat.
The high mountains are blasted oft
When the low valley is mild and soft.
Fortune with Health stands at debate.
The fall is grievous from aloft.
And sure, circa Regna tonat.
These bloody days have broken my heart.
My lust, my youth did them depart,
And blind desire of estate.
Who hastes to climb seeks to revert.
Of truth, circa Regna tonat.
The bell tower showed me such sight
That in my head sticks day and night.
There did I learn out of a grate,
For all favour, glory, or might,
That yet circa Regna tonat.
By proof, I say, there did I learn:
Wit helpeth not defence too yerne,
Of innocency to plead or prate.
Bear low, therefore, give God the stern,
For sure, circa Regna tonat.
* This is genuinely translated as:
Innocence.
Truth. Wyatt. Faith.
My enemies surround me.
I remember reading a blog post somewhere about how the Sturm und Drang movement was the dawn of emo. I refute that statement, and present Thomas Wyatt's I-slept-with-Anne-Boleyn-and-now-she's-getting-beheaded-and-I-think-"witchcraft"-might-be-a-euphemism-for-"adultery" poem as evidence.