Podcast oculis et ungubus

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If you can keep your head when all about you        Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,     But make allowance for their doubting too;    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,     Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,     And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;        If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster     And treat those two impostors just the same;    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken     Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,     And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings     And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings     And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew     To serve your turn long after they are gone,    And so hold on when there is nothing in you     Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,        Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,     If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute     With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,        And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Esta melodia es tipica en celebraciones mortuorias a manera de una marcha de despedida...

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A sexta autem hora tenebrae factae sunt super universam terram usque ad horam nonam

Ogura Hyakunin Isshu (???????) is a classical Japanese anthology of one hundred Japanese waka by one hundred poets.

Ogura Hyakunin Isshu (???????) is a classical Japanese anthology of one hundred Japanese waka by one hundred poets.

Ogura Hyakunin Isshu (???????) is a classical Japanese anthology of one hundred Japanese waka by one hundred poets.

Ogura Hyakunin Isshu (???????) is a classical Japanese anthology of one hundred Japanese waka by one hundred poets.

Ogura Hyakunin Isshu (???????) is a classical Japanese anthology of one hundred Japanese waka by one hundred poets.

Ogura Hyakunin Isshu (???????) is a classical Japanese anthology of one hundred Japanese waka by one hundred poets.

Ogura Hyakunin Isshu (???????) is a classical Japanese anthology of one hundred Japanese waka by one hundred poets.

Ogura Hyakunin Isshu (???????) is a classical Japanese anthology of one hundred Japanese waka by one hundred poets.

Ogura Hyakunin Isshu (???????) is a classical Japanese anthology of one hundred Japanese waka by one hundred poets.

Ogura Hyakunin Isshu (???????) is a classical Japanese anthology of one hundred Japanese waka by one hundred poets.

Amici ¡salvete! Ignis ardens Religio depopulata Fides intrepida Pastor et nauta. Flos horum. De medietate lunae. De labore solis. Gloria oliuae.

Amici ¡Salvete! Ignis ardens Religio depopulata Fides intrepida Pastor et nauta. Flos horum. De medietate lunae. De labore solis. Gloria oliuae.

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Non inficior, animas quae sunt in Purgatorio, nonnunquam apparuisse vivis: