...since I am reading for one of the subjects I am studying (Literature and Anatomy), I thought I could share with you one of the poems I read and truly liked:


As in some countries far remote from hence
The wretched creature destined to die,
Having the judgement due to his offence,
By surgeons begged, their art on him to try,
Which, on the living, work without remorse,
First make incision on each mastering vein,
Then staunch the bleeding, then trasnpierce the corse,
And with their balms recure the wounds again,
Then poison and with physic him restore;
Not that they fear the hopeless man to kill,
But their experience to increase the more;
Even so my mistress works upon my ill,
By curing me and killing me each hour,
Only to show her beauty's sovereign power.

"Sonett L" by Michael Drayton
(1563-1631)