The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day, and at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
Th’ extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine, and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.
MARCELLUS
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever ’gainst that season comes
Wherein our Savior’s birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long;
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallowed and so gracious is that time.
HORATIO
So have I heard and do in part believe it.
-copied from here.
Relevant phrases:
"the god of day"
"our Savior's birth"
"in part believe it"
Relevant to Anderson's The Broken Sword:
"No fairy takes..."
"...nor witch has power to charm"
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
I am not impressed by the secularism of our times because there is so much that is wrong with it. I was reminded of what Cerdic said to Flandry in the revised version of "Tiger by the Tail" (AGENT OF THE TERRAN EMPIRE, Gregg Press, 1979, page 12): "I 'know' the Empire--it's self-seeking politicians and self-indulgent masses, corruption, intrigue, morality and sense of duty rotten to the heart, decline of art into craft and science into dogma, strength sapped by a despair too pervasive for you to realize what it is..."
Pfui on secularism if that is what we get from it, decadence!
Ad astra! Sean
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