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Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXII ("I had no time to hate")
by EmilyDickinsonA BookUnreturningXXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love; but since Some…John Donne: Expostulation XXII. Sit morbi fomes tibi cura.
ExpostulationJohn Donne MY God, my God, what am I put to when I am put to consider and put off the root, the fuel, the occasion of my sickness? What Hippocrates, what Galen, could show me…John Donne: Prayer XXII. Sit morbi fomes tibi cura.
PrayerJohn Donne O ETERNAL and most gracious God, the God of security, and the enemy of security too, who wouldst have us always sure of thy love, and yet wouldst have us always doing…Marsilius of Padua
(Encyclopedia) Marsilius of PaduaMarsilius of Paduamärsĭlˈēəs, păˈdy&oomacr;ə [key], d. c.1342, Italian political philosopher. He is satirically called Marsiglio. Little is known with certainty…Eckhart, Meister
(Encyclopedia) Eckhart, MeisterEckhart, Meistermīsˈtər ĕkˈhärt [key] (Johannes Eckhardt), c.1260–c.1328, German mystical theologian, b. Hochheim, near Gotha. He studied and taught in the chief…William of Occam
(Encyclopedia) William of Occam or OckhamWilliam of Occam or Ockhamboth: ŏkˈəm [key], c.1285–c.1349, English scholastic philosopher. A Franciscan, Occam studied and taught at Oxford from c.1310 until…canon law
(Encyclopedia) canon law, in the Roman Catholic Church, the body of law based on the legislation of the councils (both ecumenical and local) and the popes, as well as the bishops (for diocesan…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Lost Thought
XXII Reticence The Lost Thought I felt a clearing in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXI
Sonnet XX Sonnet XXII XXI So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXIII
Sonnet XXII Sonnet XXIV XXIII As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put beside his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance…Trending
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