As sure as you were you, and your sorrows were yours, both you and your sorrows were for Rosaline. Look, here on your cheek is the stain of an old tear that hasn’t been washed off yet. The sun hasn’t yet cleared the sky of your sighs, and your former groans are still ringing in my ancient ears. It hasn’t preserved it, or spiced it up for you to enjoy. Mary, mother of Jesus, how many salty tears have washed across your lovesick cheeks for Rosaline? This salt water has been wasted instead of seasoning your love. Have you forgotten Rosaline, that you loved so much, that quickly? Young men’s love must lie in their eyes, not their hearts. Holy Saint Fancis, what a change this is! I’ll tell you all about when we met, where we courted, and how we exchanged vows as we walk back to the church, but I beg you to marry us today. The only thing missing is your joining us in holy marriage. Then know directly that my heart is set on the beautiful daughter of Lord Capulet, and her heart is set on mine, too. Confessing in riddles will only earn you ambiguous forgiveness for your sins. I carry no hatred, blessed man, because what will help me will likewise help my enemy. Both of us can be healed by your holy medicine. I was at a party with my enemy, and then suddenly I wounded one of them, and they were wounded by me. With Rosaline, Friar? No, I’ve forgotten that name and all the trouble that went with it. You got it, but I had something sweeter than sleep. Therefore your earliness assures me that some disturbance of the mind has roused you from your bed, or if that’s not the case-I think I’ve guessed it now-you haven’t been to bed tonight at all. But when untroubled youths with few cares lie down to sleep, their slumbers are free of troubles. Of course every old man’s mind has worry sitting there like a guard, and when such worries are present sleep is impossible. Heavens, you surprised me! Who is it that so nicely greets me this early? The fact that you got out of bed so early indicates to me that something is bothering your mind. Where the worse capacity is dominant, the plant rots as though it had a worm inside. It is much the same with people as with herbs.The capacities to do good and to do evil exist in everyone like two warring kings camped in man’s will. The smell is curative, but to eat it would be deadly. Inside this flower there is both poison and medicine. Good properties can be bad when inappropriately used, and sometimes dangerous plants are helpful in context. None are here uselessly, all have some benefit, yet there is no natural remedy so good that it cannot be used for ill either. Oh, the healing power that lies in herbs, plants, and stones is great. Earth is both life’s mother and life’s tomb, and thus many different plants are born from nature.Īll have some power, many of them have beneficial properties, and each one is different. Now I have to fill this basket with medicinal plants before the sun dries up the morning dew and gets too high in the sky. The gray-eyed morning is spreading streaks of sunlight on the gloomy night, and darkness is stumbling out of the path of the sun’s chariot like a drunk.
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