John Fowles book The Magus
Introduction (1977 edition)
The Magus (1965)
“The good Husbandman may pluck His rose & gather in His lily.”
Letter 310 to Mistress Taylor's on her son's death
Letters of Samuel Rutherford (Andrew Bonar)
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et memor esto aevum sic properare tuum.
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And the fair lily springs from loathsome weed.”
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Che de le spine ancor nascon le rose,
E d'una fetida erba nasce il giglio.
Canto XXVII, stanza 121 (tr. W. S. Rose)
Orlando Furioso (1532)
