[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 55]

26-8-10

Look we try madman’s patience be not age.

That is no profit to true {…}

For what merit is it that the fire’s[1] sage

Should be abated when the fire abates?

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That is but {…} and the natural way

Of things abandoned to their |scabless| course.

Temper thou the coolness that mid-day

For the night’s coolness lightless[2] is purpose.

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Where extremes meet, extremes do cease, and there

The place of wisdom lies, for it is known

That wisdom lies out of extremes, the fair

Child of {…}

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|Let this my consol thy whole mind so fill

That it become the substance of thy will[3]|

That tears grime it in thy soul of will

corporal end dry’s

 
[1] fire’s /hot’s\
[2] lightless /scabless\
[3] the substance of thy will /grime itself into thy will\