minerva sent this to me in response to one of my questions...what say you to this whether you be christian or other
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[TD="align: right"][SIZE=-1]AUTHOR:[/SIZE][/TD]
[TD]Arthur Hugh Clough (1819–61)[/TD]
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[TD="align: right"][SIZE=-1]QUOTATION:[/SIZE][/TD]
[TD]Thou shalt have one God only; who
Would be at the expense of two?
No graven images may be
Worshipped, except the currency:
Swear not at all; for for thy curse
Thine enemy is none the worse:
At church on Sunday to attend
Will serve to keep the world thy friend:
Honour thy parents; that is, all
From whom advancement may befall:
Thou shalt not kill; but needst not strive
Officiously to keep alive:
Do not adultery commit;
Advantage rarely comes of it:
Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat,
When it’s so lucrative to cheat:
Bear not false witness: let the lie
Have time on its own wings to fly:
Thou shalt not covet; but tradition
Approves all forms of competition.
The sum of all is, thou shalt love,
If any body, God above:
At any rate shall never labour
More than thyself to love thy neighbour.[/TD]
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[TD][SIZE=-1]ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH,[/SIZE] “The Latest Decalogue,” The Poems of Arthur Hugh Clough, ed. A. L. P. Norrington, pp. 60–61 (1968).
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[TD="align: right"][SIZE=-1]AUTHOR:[/SIZE][/TD]
[TD]Arthur Hugh Clough (1819–61)[/TD]
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[TD="align: right"][SIZE=-1]QUOTATION:[/SIZE][/TD]
[TD]Thou shalt have one God only; who
Would be at the expense of two?
No graven images may be
Worshipped, except the currency:
Swear not at all; for for thy curse
Thine enemy is none the worse:
At church on Sunday to attend
Will serve to keep the world thy friend:
Honour thy parents; that is, all
From whom advancement may befall:
Thou shalt not kill; but needst not strive
Officiously to keep alive:
Do not adultery commit;
Advantage rarely comes of it:
Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat,
When it’s so lucrative to cheat:
Bear not false witness: let the lie
Have time on its own wings to fly:
Thou shalt not covet; but tradition
Approves all forms of competition.
The sum of all is, thou shalt love,
If any body, God above:
At any rate shall never labour
More than thyself to love thy neighbour.[/TD]
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[TD="align: right"][SIZE=-1]ATTRIBUTION:[/SIZE][/TD]
[TD][SIZE=-1]ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH,[/SIZE] “The Latest Decalogue,” The Poems of Arthur Hugh Clough, ed. A. L. P. Norrington, pp. 60–61 (1968).
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