A young man reading near the chapel

I often think, how many very intelligent and passionate people we could have had, how many principles gone beyond this mundane life could have in moment struck us; we have the right to have people like Paracelsus and Thomas Taylor, and Giordano Bruno…a Great neutrality has devoured all the thoughts, what a tragicomedy will be if without Spanish Inquisition we have office buildings and global companies as the Catholic of our time!

Oft a lad I encounter, whose dark locks sun warmeth with rays. By the lawn of chapel sitteth he, working on lines from Timaeus whilst floweth clean yet dry voice from gloomy lips. Just as a pair of tender hinds under gracious thick vines relax, from the Dog Star which scorcheth not without vigilance asylum they found, so that from tyrannical heat in pleasure could abide; also with black eyes set on the page in his fair face idleness nowhere to find. The lad’s gay visage too did I behold, when oft and oft at Aristophanes he alone freely laughed.
Once upon a time human still shapes obtained, Cypris’ boy they did deserve. At one time merry once human were, wept another time in heart-devouring grief, for their mischievous race weren’t from the beginning but herd of shades, once even in love marvelously they fell.

None of mortals but heavens’ beloved lad, philosopher and alchemist thou shouldest be; thou shouldest have founded beliefs for the sake of which to death thou wouldest fought; In thy brothers’ inquisition thou truth shouldest have defended, no need of withdrawing sneering glance. Because once among ancients on gods there were arguments, and to gods they disputed and gazed. How could paleness ever be allowed on thee, since the passion towards unmoved mind by no means any vein shouldeth spare! Wouldn’t have been his lot to weary out amidst office buildings, nor the chatters of worthless merchants to be reckoned equal to Plato.

Had Gods not been such jealous on human’s short-sighted race, had him gods loved ever!