Joy May Kill.
Non men gran grasia, donna. Too much good luck no less than misery May kill a man condemned to mortal pain, If, lost to hope and chilled in every vein, A sudden pardon comes to set him free. Thus thy unwonted kindness shown to me Amid the gloom where only sad thoughts reign, With too much rapture bringing light again, Threatens my life more than that agony. Good news and bad may bear the self-same knife; And death may follow both upon their flight; For hearts that shrink or swell, alike will break. Let then thy beauty, to preserve my life, Temper the source of this supreme delight, Lest joy so poignant slay a soul so weak.
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"Non men gran grasia, donna...."
Exploring the themes of classic, Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni delivers a powerful performance in "Joy May Kill."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...