EBOOK Decameron of Giovanni Boccaccio - Giovanni Boccaccio

EBOOK Decameron of Giovanni Boccaccio
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Autor: Giovanni Boccaccio

 Wydawnictwo: pubOne
ISBN: 9782819922582
EAN: E33C620EEB
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Stron: 1220
Data wydania: 2010
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A kindly thing it is to have compassion of the afflicted and albeit it   well beseemeth every one, yet of those is it more particularly   required who have erst had need of comfort and have found it in any,   amongst whom, if ever any had need thereof or held it dear or took   pleasure therein aforetimes, certes, I am one of these. For that,   having from my first youth unto this present been beyond measure   inflamed with a very high and noble passion (higher and nobler,   perchance, than might appear, were I to relate it, to sort with my low   estate) albeit by persons of discretion who had intelligence thereof I   was commended therefor and accounted so much the more worth, natheless   a passing sore travail it was to me to bear it, not, certes, by reason   of the cruelty of the beloved lady, but because of the exceeding   ardour begotten in my breast of an ill-ordered appetite, for which,   for that it suffered me not to stand content at any reasonable bounds,   caused me ofttimes feel more chagrin than I had occasion for. In this   my affliction the pleasant discourse of a certain friend of mine and   his admirable consolations afforded me such refreshment that I firmly   believe of these it came that I died not. But, as it pleased Him who,   being Himself infinite, hath for immutable law appointed unto all   things mundane that they shall have an end, my love,-beyond every   other fervent and which nor stress of reasoning nor counsel, no, nor   yet manifest shame nor peril that might ensue thereof, had availed   either to break or to bend,-of its own motion, in process of time, on   such wise abated that of itself at this present it hath left me only   that pleasance which it is used to afford unto whoso adventureth   himself not too far in the navigation of its profounder oceans; by   reason whereof, all chagrin being done away, I feel it grown   delightsome, whereas it used to be grievous. Yet, albeit the pain hath   ceased, not, therefore, is the memory fled of the benefits whilom   received and the kindnesses bestowed on me by those to whom, of the   goodwill they bore me, my troubles were grievous; nor, as I deem, will   it ever pass away, save for death. And for that gratitude, to my   thinking, is, among the other virtues, especially commendable and its   contrary blameworthy, I have, that I may not appear ungrateful,   bethought myself, now that I can call myself free, to endeavour, in   that little which is possible to me, to afford some relief, in   requital of that which I received aforetime,-if not to those who   succoured me and who, belike, by reason of their good sense or of   their fortune, have no occasion therefor,-to those, at least, who   stand in need thereof. And albeit my support, or rather I should say   my comfort, may be and indeed is of little enough avail to the   afflicted, natheless meseemeth it should rather be proffered whereas   the need appeareth greater, as well because it will there do more   service as for that it will still be there the liefer had. And who   will deny that this [comfort], whatsoever [worth] it be, it behoveth   much more to give unto lovesick ladies than unto men? For that these   within their tender bosoms, fearful and shamefast, hold hid the fires   of love (which those who have proved know how much more puissance they   have than those which are manifest), and constrained by the wishes,   the pleasures, the commandments of fathers, mothers, brothers and   husbands, abide most time enmewed in the narrow compass of their   chambers and sitting in a manner idle, willing and willing not in one   breath, revolve in themselves various thoughts which it is not   possible should still be merry. By reason whereof if there arise in   their minds any melancholy, bred of ardent desire, needs must it with   grievous annoy abide therein, except it be done away by new discourse;   more by token that they are far less strong than men to endure. With   men in love it happeneth not on this wise, as we may manifestly see.   They, if any melancholy or heaviness of thought oppress them, have   many means of easing it or doing it away, for that to them, an they   have a mind thereto, there lacketh not commodity of going about   hearing and seeing many things, fowling, hunting, fishing, riding,   gaming and trafficking; each of which means hath, altogether or in   part, power to draw the mind unto itself and to divert it from   troublous thought, at least for some space of time, whereafter, one   way or another, either solacement superveneth or else the annoy   groweth less. Wherefore, to the end that the unright of Fortune may by   me in part be amended, which, where there is the less strength to   endure, as we see it in delicate ladies, hath there been the more   niggard of support, I purpose, for the succour and solace of ladies in   love (unto others[1] the needle and the spindle and the reel suffice)   to recount an hundred stories or fables or parables or histories or   whatever you like to style them, in ten days' time related by an   honourable company of seven ladies and three young men made in the   days of the late deadly pestilence, together with sundry canzonets   sung by the aforesaid ladies for their diversion. In these stories   will be found love-chances,[2] both gladsome and grievous, and other   accidents of fortune befallen as well in times present as in days of   old, whereof the ladies aforesaid, who shall read them, may at once   take solace from the delectable things therein shown forth and useful   counsel, inasmuch as they may learn thereby what is to be eschewed and   what is on like wise to be ensued,-the which methinketh cannot betide   without cease of chagrin. If it happen thus (as God grant it may) let   them render thanks therefor to Love, who, by loosing me from his   bonds, hath vouchsafed me the power of applying myself to the service   of their pleasures

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