[BNP/E3, 49A² – 12]

14/2/09

What right hath God to make me mad?

He made me and he made me so.

He might have made me or sad

A sadness that doth come and go.[1]

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But to be mad, ever insane…

To drag a life as useless known

In desolate innumerous pain groan…

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To see al that desire can say

Imposed by a nothingness of will

To see with horror day on day

|*Eve on eve| thoughts unwilt still!

[12^v]

† Alexander Search   O Phosphoro. †

Diz aquele {…} cujo momento consistia,

Como o do fósforo, em luzir,

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This and much more… this torture all

He might have spared me. To what end

A mind whose work words can’t call.

[1] go. ^{/could go.\}