EPILOGUE

            spoken by Prospero


Now my charms are all o'erthrown
And waht strenght I have's mine own
Which is most faint. Now, tis ture
I must be here confin'd by you
Os sent to Naples. Let me not
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant
And my ending is despair
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
 
 As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
 Let your indulgence set me free.

 Tempest

 Shakespeare




To be, or not to be: that is the question,
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die; to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die; to sleep:-
To sleep? Perchance to dream Ay, ter's the rub
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffl'd off this mortal coil
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time
The oprressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes
When he himself might his quietus make
To grunt and sweat under a weary life
But that the dread of something after death
No traveller returns, puzzls the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of??
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And entreprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
- Soft you now!
        Hamlet

Shakespeare


VAN GOGH - impressionist painter


As the son of a pastor, Van Gogh was himself possessed
by a need to preach, help. and teach the destitute.Through
his job at the Galerie Goupil at the tender age of 16, he
gained acess to the world of art and museums. He quickly
 became homesick for the homeland that exists in paintings.
"Van Gogh in the end wanted to get back to the infinite
toward which, he claimed, one embarks as one would embark
on a train headed for a star."

Van Gogh - my fav painter
 

Arte eh vida!  Art is life!