Book: Antony and Cleopatra. Page 3

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My sins with harsh frankness,
Unique veracity and anger.
Indulgence grows weeds
Weeding the soul korisa.

All talk. What was not changed.
More flattering to me any truth.
Even if it was concealed death.

Bad news is often the Herald is threatened with trouble.

Sometimes in the great book of the secrets of nature
I manage to read something.

- What thing a crocodile?
- In appearance it is similar to itself. Along it reaches the size of its
length, and across its own width. Moves by its own
paws. He eats what he eats. When you perish, decompose, and his soul
into another creature.
What color is it?
- His own.
- The strange reptile.
- What to say. And the tears he is wet.

I don't know what evil fate
Face sbrozzola. I only know
What her heart, not my subordinate.

"However"? That pesky little word.
"However," is death a good introduction.
"However," the jailer, which puts the offender at will.

It is easy to check, you hold the third universe
But try to rein in his wife.

While pleading in vain we helmet
Loses the value of what we pray.

It is well known:
Welcome the Lord only for the time being,
He has not yet achieved the power;
And those who are unloved,
It becomes an idol after his death.
The crowd is similar to the algae in the sea:
Submissive volatile trends,
They are floating there, then here
And there's rot.

O my Lord,
Let me tell you two more words.
We need to leave... not that, not that!
Each other we loved... no, not that!
You know... What I wanted?..
My memory has changed, as Antony;
Forgotten, and I forgot everything.

- I saw her!
- How can you regret it? If you don't see it,
It missed one of the wonders of the world.
Not udostoilsya you happiness,
Would have to assume that you traveled in vain.

How often
We want to return something that only recently
Scornfully hurled away,
And the fact that today I suddenly
Becomes nasty.

Let it be Rome blurred by the waves of the Tiber!
Let them collapse the arch erected by the powers!
My home is now here. All the kingdoms of dust.
The land - manure; still he gives food
Cattle, and people. But the greatness of life is to love.