Poem fractal

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0.056 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

Is Love a boy?

by William Byrd

0.5259 + 0.5353i

Drawing the boundary…

Vpon Consideracion of the State of This Lyfe He Wisheth Death

by Richard Tottel

0.4704 + 0.5344i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Is Love a boy?

by William Byrd

Is Love a boy? What means he then to strike?
Or is he blind? Why will he be a guide?
Is he a man? Why doth he hurt his like?
Is he a god? Why doth he men deride?
Not one of these, but one compact of all:
A wilful boy, a man still dealing blows,
Of purpose blind to lead men to their thrall,
A god that rules unruly, God He knows!
Boy, pity me that am a child again;
Blind, be no more my guide to make me stray;
Man, use thy might to force away my pain;
God, do me good and lead me to my way.
And if thou beest a power to me unknown,
Power of my life, let here thy grace be shown.

Vpon Consideracion of the State of This Lyfe He Wisheth Death

by Richard Tottel

The lenger lyfe, the more offence:
The more offence, the greater payn:
The greater payn, the lesse defence:
The lesse defence, the lesser gayn.
The losse of gayn long yll doth trye:
Wherefore come death, and let me dye.
The shorter life, lesse count I fynde:
The lesse account, the sooner made:
The count soon made, the meryer minde:
The mery minde doth thought euade.
Short lyfe in truth this thing doth trye:
Wherefore come death, and let me dye:
Come gentle death, the ebbe of care,
The ebbe of care, the flood of lyfe,
The flood of lyfe, the ioyfull fare,
The ioyfull fare, the end of strife.
The end of strife, that thing wishe I:
Wherefore come death, and let me dye.

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