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The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Soul.

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Dentro un pugno di cervel.     A handful of brain holds me: I consume             So much that all the books the world contains,             Cannot allay my furious famine-pains:--             What feasts were mine! Yet hunger is my doom.     With one world Aristarchus fed my greed;             This finished, others Metrodorus gave;             Yet, stirred by restless yearning, still I crave:             The more I know, the more to learn I need.     Thus I'm an image of that Sire in whom             All beings are, like fishes in the sea;             That one true object of the loving mind.     Reasoning may reach Him, like a shaft shot home;             The Church may guide; but only blest is he             Who loses self in God, God's self to find.

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