Showing posts with label Intolerance. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 29, 2017

"Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows" William Shakespeare and Natural Law





A. Introduction
             
             Natural law theorists might turn to The History of Troilus and Cressida to start building their case.  They might begin with Ulysses’ lofty outline of the “natural” order:

The heavens themselves, the planets, and this center          
Observe degree, priority, and place,                            
Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,                    
Office, and custom, in all line of order,                       
And therefore is the glorious planet Sol                        
In noble eminence enthroned and sphered                         
Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye                         
Corrects the influences of evil planets
And posts, like the commandment of a king . . . .[1]                      

Such theorists might then use Ulysses’ further stirring words to blend such “natural physical order” with a “natural order” in law and morality as well:

Take but degree away, untune that string,                      
And hark what discord follows. Each thing meets                
In mere oppugnancy.  The bounded waters                          
Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores              
And make a sop of all this solid globe;                         
Strength should be lord of imbecility,                          
And the rude son should strike his father dead;                 
Force should be right; or rather right and wrong,             
Between whose endless jar justice resides,                    
Should lose their names, and so should justice too.[2]                             

As far as it goes, it is hard to imagine a more eloquent case for natural law than this.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Friday, July 15, 2016

Pope Urban II's Double Sonnet: Red Fields and Lucious Palaces (Addition to "The Apology Box")


        Pope Urban II’s Double Sonnet

                               I.

Although we were God's advocate below,
We were a child of Adam, too, brought low
By sin.  We therefore beg forgiveness though
We did our duty.  Bravely, we brought low

The infidels.  Our rhetoric called men to
Jerusalem with swords in hand as Christ
Himself commanded.  Fields ran red with sliced-
Up children, men, expectant mothers, too--

The serpent crushed within the egg can't grow
To blaspheme God or strike at others.  Though
Much bloody work, we had no choice.  Our trust

As shepherds left no option--shepherds must
Protect their lambs.  The Eastern fields ran red
With menaces that shepherds rightly bled.

                                    II.

We tended, too, our wandering sheep inside
The one true church. Thus, to our eastern side
We led the roaming churches back to Rome
While bringing, too, more unity at home

Among the many Occidentals who
Now shared a common venture.  Joined anew,
They focused on a foreign infidel
And Grace that comes from others sent to Hell--

Though we regret our actual person could
Not quit Rome's luscious palaces.  We would
Have joined the foreign danger, blood, and grind

Had our position not kept us behind.
A headless body could not wage a war.
We were the head and lodged in Rome therefore.

© Harold Anthony Lloyd 2016
  
The current contents of "The Apology Box" can be found here.