[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 46]

27-5-10.

O noble voice now chocked from eloquence

By the vile dust[1] of earth and rottenness;

O dispossessed now of thy true pretence

To greatness, whether it might curse or bless.

_______

That were thy lot. But this – six feet of earth

A cross, a stone with thy name’s coldness dated

This and no more. To come to this we[2] live,

And that † as wherein we do survive.[3]

[46v]

12 páginas a 6.000 reis = 12.000 = 20%        = 57.600

2 páginas a 8.000 reis = 16.000 = 20%          = 13.200

                                                                           70.800

Whereto leads that save to make forms and worth

Names[4] to the soul from confidence abated?

_______

The dread takes one of how it avails not

To be aught above earth if all beneath

Is to be twinned unconsciousness and rot

Obliteration of soul in dreads in death.

Memory of dread unseeking 

The doer-soul’s death.

 
[1] dust /dirt\
[2] To come to this we /To live not we do\
[3] And that † /that’s not\ as wherein we do survive. /survive not as that where we survive.\
[4] Names /Cold ghosts\