By using a mirror of brass you may see to adjust your cap;
By using antiquity as a mirror you may learn to foresee the rise and fall of empires.
– T’ai Tsung
There was a King of Liang- a king of wondrous might-
Who kept an open palace, where music charmed the night-
Since he was Lord of Liang a thousand years have flown,
And of the towers he builded, yon ruin stands alone.
There reigns a heavy silence; gaunt weeds through windows pry,
And down the streets of Liang old echoes, wailing, die.
poet of the Tang Dynasty (618-907 A.D.)
translated by L. Cranmer-Byng
The Castle Lady
“Behold, I give you the authority to trample on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt you. Nevertheless, do not rejoice in this, that the spirits are subject to you, but rather rejoice because your names are written in heaven.”
Luke 10:19 & 20