MY poet, thou canst
touch on all the notes God set between His After and Before, And strike up and strike off the general roar Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats In serene air purely.
To neither love nor reverence wilt thou be kind; and e'en for hate thou canst
but kill; and all are killed.
And yet thou canst
not know, And yet thou canst
not see; Wisdom and sight are slow In poor humanity.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst
not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst
thou kiss, Though winning near the goal--yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair
Initiating this dynamic, Crusoe entertains the notion that he "might be more happy in this solitary condition" than he would be amid "all the pleasures of the world," but he immediately checks this dangerous drift into solipsism: "How canst
thou be such a hypocrite, (said I, even audibly) to pretend to be thankful for a condition, which however thou may'st endeavour to be contented with, thou would'st rather pray heartily to be deliver'd from; so I stopp'd there .
In his dialogue, The Supersensual Life, Boehme advises a disciple, "Blessed art thou therefore if that thou canst
stand still from self-thinking and self-willing, and canst
stop the wheel of thy imagination and senses; forasmuch as hereby thou mayest arrive at length to see the great Salvation of God, being made capable of all manner of divine sensations and heavenly communications" (Boehme 14; dialogue 1).
THYRSIS A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes, are all thou canst
expect year by year; the garden thou watchest is poor.
thou which canst
sustain the ponderous world,
And she said unto Abraham, her husband: "Why dost thou travel so far from town to town with thy goods when thou canst
trade without ever leaving thy tent?
For by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, Say what thou canst
, I'll go along with thee.
I know thy works, and thy labour, and thy patience, and how thou canst
not bear them which are evil - nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy first love.
not release them but by being dumb for seven years: thou must neither speak nor laugh; and wert thou to speak one single word, and it wanted but one would perish because of that one word.