Acum ceva mai multă vreme, pe o măsuţă din colţul scărilor ce urcă spre ceainărie, cineva lăsase deschisă o carte de poezii cât un ceaslov. Era deschisă la o poezie, şi anume la asta, pe care v-o dau cu drag:
The Means to attain Happy Life
by Sir Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1516 – 1547)
My friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The riches left, not got with pain;
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;
The equal friend; no grudge; no strife;
No charge of rule, nor governance;
Without disease, the healthy life;
The household of continuance;
The mean diet, no dainty fare;
Wisdom joined with simpleness;
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress:
The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night;
Content thyself with thine estate,
Neither wish death, nor fear his might.
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Anca Pol
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Acum ceva mai multă vreme, pe o măsuţă din colţul scărilor ce urcă spre ceainărie, cineva lăsase deschisă o carte de poezii cât un ceaslov. Era deschisă la o poezie, şi anume la asta, pe care v-o dau cu drag:
The Means to attain Happy Life
by Sir Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1516 – 1547)
My friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The riches left, not got with pain;
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;
The equal friend; no grudge; no strife;
No charge of rule, nor governance;
Without disease, the healthy life;
The household of continuance;
The mean diet, no dainty fare;
Wisdom joined with simpleness;
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress:
The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night;
Content thyself with thine estate,
Neither wish death, nor fear his might.
*
Acum ceva mai multă vreme, pe o măsuţă din colţul scărilor ce urcă spre ceainărie, cineva lăsase deschisă o carte de poezii cât un ceaslov. Era deschisă la o poezie, şi anume la asta, pe care v-o dau cu drag:
The Means to attain Happy Life
by Sir Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1516 – 1547)
My friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The riches left, not got with pain;
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;
The equal friend; no grudge; no strife;
No charge of rule, nor governance;
Without disease, the healthy life;
The household of continuance;
The mean diet, no dainty fare;
Wisdom joined with simpleness;
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress:
The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night;
Content thyself with thine estate,
Neither wish death, nor fear his might.
*
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