Some of my favorite Poems -
John Donne - Death Be Not Proud
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and souls delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppie, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better then thy stroak; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Dante Alighieri - Inferno Canto III:
Inscription on the Gates of Hell:
"Through me the way is to the city dolent;
Through me the way is to eternal dole;
Through me the way among the people lost.
Justice incited my sublime Creator;
Created me divine Omnipotence,
The highest Wisdom and the primal Love.
Before me there were no created things,
Only eterne, and I eternal last.
All hope abandon, ye who enter in!"
La Vita Nuova:
Introduction:
In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read,
there is a heading, which says:
???Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life???.
Under that heading I find written the words that it is my intention to copy into this little book: and if not all, at least their essence.
--This is my favorite version of his introduction:
"In that book which is my memory,
On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you,
Appear the words, ???Here begins a new life???."