"Be my kin free fro carnal sin
Bridle the thoughts of thy Master."
"There hath past away a glore fro the Earth
A glore that in the hearts and minds of men
Men demented, blindfolded by light
Nourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths."
"Might I too was blindfolded ere, The quality of mercy and absolution
Tho' years have master'd me, Whence cometh such qualities?
A masque of this to fashion: Build thyself a mirror in which
Seer blest, thou best philosopher!
"Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!"
"'Tis the Divine Comedy "'Tis the Divine Tragedy
The fool and the mocking court; The fool and the mocking court
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
We hold the Earth fro Heaven away."
Make us guffaw at thy futile follies
Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame
Earth beareth no balm for mistakes
We hold the Earth fro Hell away."
[Dialogue:]
[Prospero: That cross you wear around your neck
Is it only a decoration
Or are you a true Christian believer?
Francesca: Yes, I believe, truly
Prospero: Then I want you to remove it at once!
And never to wear it within this castle again!
Do you know how a falcon is trained my dear?
Her eyes are sown shut
Blinded temporarily she suffers the whims of her God patiently
Until her will is submerged and she learns to serve
As your God taught and blinded you with crosses
Francesca: You had me take off my cross because it offended...
Prospero: It offended no one
No, it simply appears to me to be discourteous to...
To wear the symbol of a deity long dead
My ancestors tried to find it
And to open the door that separates us from our Creator
Francesca: But you need no doors to find God. If you believe...
Prospero: Believe?
If you believe you are gullible
Can you look around this world and believe in the goodness of a god who rules it?
Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
They rule this world
Francesca: There is also love and life and hope
Prospero: Very little hope I a**ure you
No
If a god of love and life ever did exist...
He is long since dead
Someone... something, rules in his place]
"Believe? In a deity long dead?
I would rather be a pagan suckled in creeds outworn
Whith fairytales fill'd up in head
Thoughts of the Book stillborn."
"Shadow of annoyance
Ne'er come hither!
...And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer
Ne'er to ascend again..."
Bridle the thoughts of thy Master."
"There hath past away a glore fro the Earth
A glore that in the hearts and minds of men
Men demented, blindfolded by light
Nourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths."
"Might I too was blindfolded ere, The quality of mercy and absolution
Tho' years have master'd me, Whence cometh such qualities?
A masque of this to fashion: Build thyself a mirror in which
Seer blest, thou best philosopher!
"Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!"
"'Tis the Divine Comedy "'Tis the Divine Tragedy
The fool and the mocking court; The fool and the mocking court
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
We hold the Earth fro Heaven away."
Make us guffaw at thy futile follies
Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame
Earth beareth no balm for mistakes
We hold the Earth fro Hell away."
[Dialogue:]
[Prospero: That cross you wear around your neck
Is it only a decoration
Or are you a true Christian believer?
Francesca: Yes, I believe, truly
Prospero: Then I want you to remove it at once!
And never to wear it within this castle again!
Do you know how a falcon is trained my dear?
Her eyes are sown shut
Blinded temporarily she suffers the whims of her God patiently
Until her will is submerged and she learns to serve
As your God taught and blinded you with crosses
Francesca: You had me take off my cross because it offended...
Prospero: It offended no one
No, it simply appears to me to be discourteous to...
To wear the symbol of a deity long dead
My ancestors tried to find it
And to open the door that separates us from our Creator
Francesca: But you need no doors to find God. If you believe...
Prospero: Believe?
If you believe you are gullible
Can you look around this world and believe in the goodness of a god who rules it?
Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
They rule this world
Francesca: There is also love and life and hope
Prospero: Very little hope I a**ure you
No
If a god of love and life ever did exist...
He is long since dead
Someone... something, rules in his place]
"Believe? In a deity long dead?
I would rather be a pagan suckled in creeds outworn
Whith fairytales fill'd up in head
Thoughts of the Book stillborn."
"Shadow of annoyance
Ne'er come hither!
...And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer
Ne'er to ascend again..."