Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж)

Psyche

The butterfly the ancient Grecians made
The soul's fair emblem, and its only name--
But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade
Of mortal life !--For in this earthly frame
Ours is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame,
Manifold motions making little speed,
And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed. 

1. Lines
2. Brockley Coomb
3. Charity in Thought
4. Humility the Mother of Charity
5. To the River Otter

Thomas Heywood (Томас Хейвуд) Psyche ("But Psyche lives, and on her breath attend")

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