1- An IP network is connected to a Novell IPX via a gateway as shown below. Draw the protocol layers of the gateway.
2- List and briefly define the key areas that comprise network management
3- Explain succinctly the difference between the database of a network management system and its MIB. How do you implement each in a network management system?
4- List two ways in which a network management system may be characterized as integrated.
5- List and briefly define the key elements of SNMP.
Arraignment of Men – Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz Misguided men, who will chastise
a woman when blame is due, oblivious that it is you who prompted what you criticize;
if your passions are so strong that you elicit their disdain, how can you wish that they refrain when you incite them to their wrong? You strive to topple their defense, and then, with utmost gravity, you credit sensuality for what was won diligence. Your daring must be qualified, your sense is no less senseless than the child who calls the boogeyman, then weeps when he is terrified.
Your mad presumption knows no bounds, though for a wife you want Lucrece, in lovers you prefer Thaïs, thus seeking blessings to compound. If knowingly one clouds a mirror –was ever humor so absurd or good counsel so obscured?— can he lament that it’s not clearer? From either favor or disdain the selfsame purpose you achieve, if they love, they are deceived, if they love not, hear you complain There is no woman suits your taste, though circumspection be her virtue: ungrateful, she who does not love you, yet she who does, you judge unchaste You men are such a foolish breed, appraising with a faulty rule, the first you charge with being cruel, the second, easy, you decree So how can she be temperate, the one who would her love expend? if not willing, she offends, but willing, she infuriates. Amid the anger and torment your whimsy causes you to bear, one may be found who does not care: how quickly then is grievance vent.
So lovingly you inflict pain that inhibitions fly away; how, after leading them astray, can you wish them without stain? Who does the greater guilt incur when a passion is misleading? She who errs and heeds his pleading, or he who pleads with her to err? Whose is the greater guilt therein when either’s conduct may dismay: she who sins and takes the pay, or he who pays her for the sin? Why, for sins you’re guilty of, do you, amazed, your blame debate? Either love what you create or else create what you can love. Were not it better to forbear and thus, with finer motivation, obtain the unforced admiration of her plotted to ensnare? But no, I deem you still will revel in your arms and arrogance, and in promise and persistence adjoin flesh and world and devil.
I approach, and I withdraw:
I approach, and I withdraw: who but I could find absence in the eyes, presence in what's far?
From the scorn of Phyllis, now, alas, I must depart. One is indeed unhappy who misses even scorn!
So caring is my love that my present distress minds hard-heartedness less than the thought of its loss.
Leaving, I lose more than what is merely mine: in Phyllis, never mine, I lose what can't be lost.
Oh, pity the poor person who aroused such kind disdain that to avoid giving pain, it would grant no favor!
For, seeing in my future obligatory exile, she disdained me the more, that the loss might be less.
Oh, where did you discover so neat a tactic, Phyllis: denying to disdain the garb of affection?
To live unobserved by your eyes, I now go where never pain of mine need flatter your disdain.
Love Opened a Mortal Wound
Love opened a mortal wound. In agony, I worked the blade to make it deeper. Please, I begged, let death come quick.
Wild, distracted, sick, I counted, counted all the ways love hurt me. One life, I thought--a thousand deaths.
Blow after blow, my heart couldn't survive this beating. Then--how can I explain it?
I came to my senses. I said, Why do I suffer? What lover ever had so much pleasure?
My Lady
My lady, I must implore forgiveness for keeping still, if what I meant as tribute ran contrary to your will.
Please do not reproach me if the course I have maintained in the eagerness of my love left my silence unexplained.
I love you with so much passion, neither rudeness nor neglect can explain why I tied my tongue, yet left my heart unchecked.
The matter to me was simple: love for you was so strong, I could see you in my soul and talk to you all day long.
With this idea in mind, I lived in utter delight, pretending my subterfuge found favor in your sight.
In this strange, ingenious fashion, I allowed the hope to be mine that I still might see as human what I really conceived as divine.
Oh, how mad I became in my blissful love of you, for even though feigned, your favor made all my madness seem true!
How unwisely my ardent love, which your glorious sun inflamed, sought to feed upon your brightness, though the risk of your fire was plain!
Forgive me if, thus emboldened, I made bold with that sacred fire: there's no sanctuary secure when thought's transgressions conspire.
Thus it was I kept indulging these foolhardy hopes of mine,
enjoying within myself a happiness sublime.
But now, at your solemn bidding, this silence I herewith suspend, for your summons unlocks in me a respect no time can end.
And, although loving your beauty is a crime beyond repair, rather the crime be chastised than my fervor cease to dare.
With this confession in hand, I pray, be less stern with me. Do not condemn to distress one who fancied bliss so free.
If you blame me for disrespect, remember, you gave me leave; thus, if obedience was wrong, your commanding must be my reprieve.
Let my love be ever doomed if guilty in its intent, for loving you is a crime of which I will never repent.
This much I descry in my feelings-- and more that I cannot explain; but you, from what I've not said, may infer what words won't contain.
Since I'm Condemned
Since I'm condemned to death by your decree, Fabio, and don't appeal, resist or flee the wrathful judgment, hear me, for there's no culprit of such guilt should be refused confession.
Because, you say, you've been informed my breast has caused offence to you, I stand condemned, ferocious one. Does uncertain news, not fact, achieve more in your obdurate breast than experience of so many truths?
If you've believed in others', Fabio, why not believe in your own eyes? Why, reversing the sense of Law, deliver to the rope my neck? You're as liberal with your rigours as meanly strict with favours.
If I have looked at other eyes, Fabio, kill me with your wrathful eyes. If I serve another care, let your implacable anger serve me. And if another's love diverts me, you, who've been my life, strike me dead.
If I have viewed another with delight, never be delight in our mutual looks; if with another I engaged in pleasant speech, let your eternal displeasure point at me. And if another love disturbs my sense, chase out of me my soul, who've been my soul.
But as I die without resisting my unhappy lot, my only wish is you allow me choose the death I like. Let my death be of my choice, for your mere choice continues me in life.
Let me not die of harshness, Fabio, when I can die of love. That will do you credit, redeem me, since to die for love, not for guilt, is no less a death,
but more an honoured one.
And now, finally, I seek your pardon for all the wrongs I did to you through love. Wrongs they are and they deserve your scorn. Your offence is just in my accosting you, because by loving you I turn you to ingratitude.

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