Above all, believe it, the sweetest canticle is Nunc dimittis, when a man hath obtained worthy ends and expectations. Death hath this also, that it openeth the gate to good fame, and extinguisheth envy.
Above all, believe it, the sweetest canticle is Nunc dimittis, when a man hath obtained worthy ends and expectations. Death hath this also, that it openeth the gate to good fame, and extinguisheth envy.
This opera is my Nunc Dimittis, in that it dismisses me peacefully and convinces me I have achieved.
Mantua gave me birth, Calabri snatched me away, now Parthenope holds me I sang of shepherds, pastures, and heroes. Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc Parthenope, cecini pascua, rura, duces.
Now we must drink. Nunc est bibendum.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories