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<nazwa_utworu>Lament XI</nazwa_utworu>




<strofa>«Virtue is but a trifle!» Brutus<pe><slowo_obce>Marcus Junius Brutus</slowo_obce> (85 BC--42 BC) --- Roman polititian, one of the assassinators of Julius Caesar, committed suicide after losing battle of Philippi.</pe> said/
In his defeat; nor was he cozenèd./
What man did his own goodness e'er advance/
Or piety preserve from evil chance?/
Some unknown foe confuses men's affairs;/
For good and bad alike it nothing cares./
Where blows its breath, no man can flee away;/
Both false and righteous it hath power to stay./
Yet still we vaunt us of our mighty mind/
In idle arrogance among our kind;/
And still we gaze on heaven and think we see/
The Lord and his all-holy mystery./
Nay, human eyes are all too dull; light dreams/
Amuse and cheat us with what only seems./
Ah, dost thou rob me, Grief, my safeguards spurning,/
Of both my darling and my trust in learning?</strofa>


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