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Автор: Friedrich Nietzsche
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you're standing, dig, dig out:

       Down below's the Well:

       Let them that walk in darkness shout:

       "Down below—there's Hell!"

      4.

       Dialogue.

      A. Was I ill? and is it ended? Pray, by what physician tended? I recall no pain endured! B. Now I know your trouble's ended: He that can forget, is cured.

      5.

       To the Virtuous.

      Let our virtues be easy and nimble-footed in motion,

       Like unto Homer's verse ought they to come and to go.

      6.

       Worldly Wisdom.

      Stay not on level plain,

       Climb not the mount too high,

       But half-way up remain—

       The world you'll best descry!

      7.

       Vademecum—Vadetecum.

      Attracted by my style and talk

       You'd follow, in my footsteps walk?

       Follow yourself unswervingly,

       So—careful!—shall you follow me.

      8.

       The Third Sloughing.

      My skin bursts, breaks for fresh rebirth,

       And new desires come thronging:

       Much I've devoured, yet for more earth

       The serpent in me's longing.

       'Twixt stone and grass I crawl once more,

       Hungry, by crooked ways,

       To eat the food I ate before,

       Earth-fare all serpents praise!

      9.

       My Roses.

      My luck's good—I'd make yours fairer,

       (Good luck ever needs a sharer),

       Will you stop and pluck my roses?

       Oft mid rocks and thorns you'll linger,

       Hide and stoop, suck bleeding finger—

       Will you stop and pluck my roses?

       For my good luck's a trifle vicious,

       Fond of teasing, tricks malicious—

       Will you stop and pluck my roses?

      10.

       The Scorner.

      Many drops I waste and spill,

       So my scornful mood you curse:

       Who to brim his cup doth fill,

       Many drops must waste and spill— Yet he thinks the wine no worse.

      11.

       The Proverb Speaks.

      Harsh and gentle, fine and mean,

       Quite rare and common, dirty and clean,

       The fools' and the sages' go-between:

       All this I will be, this have been,

       Dove and serpent and swine, I ween!

      12.

       To a Lover of Light.

      That eye and sense be not fordone

       E'en in the shade pursue the sun!

      13.

       For Dancers.

      Smoothest ice,

       A paradise

       To him who is a dancer nice.

      14.

       The Brave Man.

      A feud that knows not flaw nor break,

       Rather then patched-up friendship, take.

      15.

       Rust.

      Rust's needed: keenness will not satisfy!

       "He is too young!" the rabble loves to cry.

      16.

       Excelsior.

      "How shall I reach the top?" No time

       For thus reflecting! Start to climb!

      17.

       The Man of Power Speaks.

      Ask never! Cease that whining, pray!

       Take without asking, take alway!

      18.

       Narrow Souls.

      Narrow souls hate I like the devil,

       Souls wherein grows nor good nor evil.

      19.

       Accidentally a Seducer.3

      He shot an empty word

       Into the empty blue;

       But on the way it met

       A woman whom it slew.

      20.

       For Consideration.

      A twofold pain is easier far to bear

       Than one: so now to suffer wilt thou dare?

      21.

       Against Pride.

      Brother, to puff thyself up ne'er be quick:

       For burst thou shalt be by a tiny prick!

      22.

       Man and Woman.

      "The woman seize, who to thy heart appeals!"

       Man's motto: woman seizes not, but steals.

      23.

       Interpretation.

      If I explain my wisdom, surely

       'Tis but entangled more securely,

       I can't expound myself aright:

       But he that's boldly up and doing,

       His own unaided course pursuing,

       Upon my image casts more light!

      24.

       A Cure for Pessimism.

      Those old capricious fancies, friend!

       You say your palate naught can please,

       I hear you bluster, spit and wheeze,

       My love, my patience soon will end!

       Pluck up your courage, follow me—

       Here's a fat toad! Now then, don't blink,

       Swallow it whole, nor pause to think!

       From your dyspepsia you'll be free!

      25.

       A Request.

      Many men's minds I know full well,

       Yet what mine own is, cannot tell.

       I cannot see—my eye's too near—

       And falsely to myself appear.

       'Twould be to me a benefit

       Far from myself if I could sit,

       Less distant than my enemy,

       And yet my nearest friend's too nigh—

       'Twixt him and me, just in the middle!

       What do I ask for? Guess my riddle!

      26.

       My Cruelty.

      I