Friday, November 3

Dante and another Doctrinal Fart. This time I have reverted to the sonnet.

Dante and I are having a h'argument again. And this time I've just decided to give him a rebuttal in his own form, except I've changed the rhyme scheme a little. First sonnet is his, second is mine.

Love and the noble heart are but one thing,
Even as the wise man tell us in his rhyme,
The one without the other venturing
As well as reason from a reasoning mind.
Nature, disposed to love, creates Love king
Making the heart a dwelling-place for him
Wherein he lies quiescent, slumbering
Sometimes a little, now a longer time.
Then beauty in a virtuous woman's face
Pleases the eyes, striking the heart so deep
A yearning for the pleasing thing may rise.
Sometimes so long it lingers in that place
Love's spirit in awakened from his sleep.
By a worthy man a woman's moved likewise.

Love and the noble heart are not one thing,
Even as before the poet does greet
The one without the other have been
A singer without note or tune to sing.
Nature, disposed to self-love, Love defeats,
Making the heart a battle-ground for him
Wherein he heals and guides that wrongful king
Teaching proud hands to wash poor pilgrims' feet.
Then a virtuous woman's face, beauty within,
Pleases the eyes, striking the heart so deep,
A yearning for the pleasing thing might rise
Sometimes so long it lingers in that hymn
Love's long-awaited sabbath he may keep.
By a worthy man a woman's moved likewise.

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