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Vitaulium: Hofwyck en Spaansche Wijsheit by Constantijn Huygens
Vitaulium: Hofwyck en Spaansche Wijsheit by Constantijn Huygens
Elck die uw hooft bemickt, treft sijnen Doele niet;
Het is altijds geen lap wanneer de Schutter schiet,
Nochtans, wanneer der[1] prijs met schieten is te winnen,
Sijn s' altemael te been, die roer of boogh beminnen,
En hoopt oock d' alderminst 't geluck van eene schoot,
Door een beleefde pijl of door een gunstigh loodt.
So waegh ick mee een kans, en vlam op het Compeerschap
Meer als op 't beste glas van sulcken braeven Heerschap,
Die met een Fenix-pen, wanneer hy 't sich bepijnt,
De Son beschrijven kan veel schoonder als hy schijnt[2].
Maer weer soo waegh ick 't niet. Hoe raeck ick dat te vort[3] is?
Hoe reyck ick aen een spits, daer mijnen arm te kort is?
Hoe werd een rappen haes gevangen van een Koe?
Hoe vlieght een lamme gans tot aen den Hemel toe?
Wat maeckt een blinderick[4] in winckelen en hoecken,
Daer 't voor een Arentsoogh is duyster om te soecken?
Wat vind Tiresias[5] daer Argus[6] is van noo?
Noch waeg' ick 't evenwel: een vryer al te bloo
Besliep noyt schoone vrouw; die 't gunstigh uyr liet deurgaen
Als sy wel willen souw, moet naemaels voor de deur staen:
"Mijn vrind! ick ken u niet, goen avond en goe nacht,
Ghy hebt het luck versuymt dat u heeft toegelacht".
Dien de Fortuyn verschijnt, die grijpse by de vlechten;
Voor isser vatten aen, 't is naemaels niet te rechten
Soo ghyse glippen laet; want achter isse kael,
Daer heeftse tuyt[7] noch haer; dies, vryers altemael!
Past op het vinck-slagh wel, en laet geen tijd verlooren.
So een geluckigh uyr u heden werd gebooren,
So wacht tot morgen niet; wanneer het visje bijt,
So slaet den[8] hengelaer, of anders is hy 't quijt.
Soo waegh ick dan uw naem, die soo langh sonder naem staet,
Men oordeel of men dus het nut en 't soet te saem raedt:
Een halve kap, een lap van pluys of van fluweel
Bedeckt voor locht en kouw het teere Vrouwen-scheel[9]
Van 't voorhooft tot de kruyn, en wie kan sich beroemen,
Dat hy die kap, die lap, met sijnen naem kan noemen?
Nochtans krijght hy een naem waer aen hem yeder kent,
En echter yeder seyt: "Ick weet niet wat je bent".
Dit is u bey gemeyn; dies segh ick sonder wachten
(Men magh het nemen aen of vryelick verachten):
Die op het uytterlick alleen sijn oogen wend,
Vind tusschen u meer scheels[10] als tusschen Koe en End;
Maer soo men meer op reen als nae 't fatsoen en stof kijck,
Sijt ghy JE-NE-SCAY-QUOY van het Kasteel van HOFWIJCK.
Noten:
[1] er [2] In zijn Voorhout,
[3] Voor verde, ver.
[4] blinde (verg. dommerik).
[5] De blinde waarzegger.
[6] De honderdoogige wachter.
[7] haarvlecht.
[8] de.
[9] hoofd, schedel.
[10] verschils.
She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend. ~~~ Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart. But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong. Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side. Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him. Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world. What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+. It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters. While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.
Dayna had worshiped her husband, only to watch him strip her late mother's estate and lavish devotion on another woman. After three miserable years, he discarded her, and she lay broken-until Kristopher, the man she once betrayed, dragged her from the wreckage. He now sat in a wheelchair, eyes like tempered steel. She offered a pact: she would mend his legs if he helped crush her ex. He scoffed, yet signed on. As their ruthless alliance caught fire, he uncovered her other lives-healer, hacker, pianist-and her numb heart stirred. But her groveling ex crawled back. "Dayna, you were my wife! How could you marry someone else? Come back!"
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
At their wedding night, Kayla caught her brand-new husband cheating. Reeling and half-drunk, she staggered into the wrong suite and collapsed into a stranger's arms. Sunrise brought a pounding head-and the discovery she was pregnant. The father? A supremely powerful tycoon who happened to be her husband's ruthless uncle. Panicked, she tried to run, but he barred the door with a faint, dangerous smile. When the cheating ex begged, Kayla lifted her chin and declared, "Want a second chance at us? Ask your uncle." The tycoon pulled her close. "She's my wife now." The ex gasped, "What!?"
After a one-night stand with a stranger, Roselyn woke up to find only a bank card without a PIN number. Still in a daze, she was detained on charges of theft. Just as the handcuffs were about to close, the mysterious man reappeared, holding her pregnancy report. "You're pregnant with my child," he said coldly. Shocked, Roselyn was whisked away in a helicopter to the presidential palace, where she learned the truth: the man from that night was none other than the country's most powerful and influential leader!
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
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