Studiando le mie cifre, col compasso
Rilevo, che presto sarò sotterra—
Perchè del mio saper si fa gran chiasso,
E gl'ignoranti m'hanno mosso guerra.
Studiando le mie cifre, col compasso
Rilevo, che presto sarò sotterra—
Perchè del mio saper si fa gran chiasso,
E gl'ignoranti m'hanno mosso guerra.
Affecting, is it not, in its simple, child like plaining? Now so, if I remember, I turned it—word for word—
Studying my ciphers, with the compass
I reckon—who soon shall be below ground,
Because of my lore they make great 'rumpus,'
And against me war makes each dull rogue round.
Studying my ciphers, with the compass
I reckon—who soon shall be below ground,
Because of my lore they make great 'rumpus,'
And against me war makes each dull rogue round.
Studying my ciphers, with the compass
I reckon—who soon shall be below ground,
Because of my lore they make great 'rumpus,'
And against me war makes each dull rogue round.
Studying my ciphers, with the compass
I reckon—who soon shall be below ground,
Because of my lore they make great 'rumpus,'
And against me war makes each dull rogue round.
Studying my ciphers, with the compass
I reckon—who soon shall be below ground,
Because of my lore they make great 'rumpus,'
And against me war makes each dull rogue round.
Studying my ciphers, with the compass
I reckon—who soon shall be below ground,
Because of my lore they make great 'rumpus,'
And against me war makes each dull rogue round.
Say that you forgive me to-morrow!