Vitaulium: Hofwyck en Spaansche Wijsheit by Constantijn Huygens
Vitaulium: Hofwyck en Spaansche Wijsheit by Constantijn Huygens
Elck die uw hooft bemickt, treft sijnen Doele niet;
Het is altijds geen lap wanneer de Schutter schiet,
Nochtans, wanneer der[1] prijs met schieten is te winnen,
Sijn s' altemael te been, die roer of boogh beminnen,
En hoopt oock d' alderminst 't geluck van eene schoot,
Door een beleefde pijl of door een gunstigh loodt.
So waegh ick mee een kans, en vlam op het Compeerschap
Meer als op 't beste glas van sulcken braeven Heerschap,
Die met een Fenix-pen, wanneer hy 't sich bepijnt,
De Son beschrijven kan veel schoonder als hy schijnt[2].
Maer weer soo waegh ick 't niet. Hoe raeck ick dat te vort[3] is?
Hoe reyck ick aen een spits, daer mijnen arm te kort is?
Hoe werd een rappen haes gevangen van een Koe?
Hoe vlieght een lamme gans tot aen den Hemel toe?
Wat maeckt een blinderick[4] in winckelen en hoecken,
Daer 't voor een Arentsoogh is duyster om te soecken?
Wat vind Tiresias[5] daer Argus[6] is van noo?
Noch waeg' ick 't evenwel: een vryer al te bloo
Besliep noyt schoone vrouw; die 't gunstigh uyr liet deurgaen
Als sy wel willen souw, moet naemaels voor de deur staen:
"Mijn vrind! ick ken u niet, goen avond en goe nacht,
Ghy hebt het luck versuymt dat u heeft toegelacht".
Dien de Fortuyn verschijnt, die grijpse by de vlechten;
Voor isser vatten aen, 't is naemaels niet te rechten
Soo ghyse glippen laet; want achter isse kael,
Daer heeftse tuyt[7] noch haer; dies, vryers altemael!
Past op het vinck-slagh wel, en laet geen tijd verlooren.
So een geluckigh uyr u heden werd gebooren,
So wacht tot morgen niet; wanneer het visje bijt,
So slaet den[8] hengelaer, of anders is hy 't quijt.
Soo waegh ick dan uw naem, die soo langh sonder naem staet,
Men oordeel of men dus het nut en 't soet te saem raedt:
Een halve kap, een lap van pluys of van fluweel
Bedeckt voor locht en kouw het teere Vrouwen-scheel[9]
Van 't voorhooft tot de kruyn, en wie kan sich beroemen,
Dat hy die kap, die lap, met sijnen naem kan noemen?
Nochtans krijght hy een naem waer aen hem yeder kent,
En echter yeder seyt: "Ick weet niet wat je bent".
Dit is u bey gemeyn; dies segh ick sonder wachten
(Men magh het nemen aen of vryelick verachten):
Die op het uytterlick alleen sijn oogen wend,
Vind tusschen u meer scheels[10] als tusschen Koe en End;
Maer soo men meer op reen als nae 't fatsoen en stof kijck,
Sijt ghy JE-NE-SCAY-QUOY van het Kasteel van HOFWIJCK.
Noten:
[1] er [2] In zijn Voorhout,
[3] Voor verde, ver.
[4] blinde (verg. dommerik).
[5] De blinde waarzegger.
[6] De honderdoogige wachter.
[7] haarvlecht.
[8] de.
[9] hoofd, schedel.
[10] verschils.
Clara had to die once to see who truly surrounded her-traitors and opportunists everywhere. After her rebirth, she swore to make her enemies pay. Her fiancé mocked, "You think you deserve me?" She punched him and ended the engagement. Her stepsister played innocent, but Clara shut her down with a cold retort. "Stop pretending! I'm tired of your little act!" They called her a loser, but Clara didn't bother defending herself. Instead, she revealed her real power: superstar, racing champion, and secret mogul. When her masks fell, chaos erupted. Her ex begged, and the crime lord claimed her, but Clara had already conquered them all.
Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.
Cast off to a remote village at birth, Lilah was exiled while the woman who destroyed her mother stepped into her father's life. Her half-sister tried to claim her inheritance and title. Eighteen years later, Lilah returned. The town watched, hoping to see her fail. But Lilah stunned them-she was breathtaking and talented. A master in medicine, painting, racing, music, and design, she tore down every lie. Her father and stepmother faced ruin, and her foolish brother finally met his downfall. The once-mocking crowd trembled, especially with Cayden, her gifted, powerful partner, at her side. "Anyone who crosses my wife has to answer to me!"
For three years, Hailey loved Kieran. Yet the wildlife photos she risked everything to take ended up helping another woman win a major competition. Hurt and finished with waiting, Hailey left him, filing for divorce and vowing to prove herself on her own. She never expected her ex-husband's most powerful rival to offer his support. "I admire real talent. Applause belongs to the deserving," he said. Though Hailey tried to keep her distance, he pursued her with unwavering determination "This isn't just a whim. I've had my eye on you for a long time."
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary-but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
Ten years ago, Elizabeth Kaiser was abandoned by her biological father, cast out of her home like a stray dog. A decade later, she returned as a decorated general of Nation A, wielding immense power and wealth beyond measure. The onlookers waited eagerly for her downfall, only to watch in shock as the elite families of Capitol City bowed before her in reverence. Elizabeth smirked coldly. "Want to chase me? Better ask my fists for permission first!"
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