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Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
About Me
- Piers
- West Tennessee, United States
- "I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
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- Big-time news
- New Pictures on .Mac
- Hark The Sound
- In which Piers realizes just how much older he is ...
- The Last Battle
- Agony in my Homeland
- 16 Months go quickly
- fun with a little boy (updated)
- 2 for 2
- In which Piers wonders what crime he's being punis...
- On a lighter note
- Ghoulish
- Pondering
- Snowy weekend
- Ugh. It's February.
- Student Writing of the Year
- Congratulations . . .
- Super Bowl Commercial
- Japanese Monsters
- This Weekend's Reading
- Fund-Raising, West Tennessee Style
- Mystifying myself 1
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2 comments:
Yeek! For real?
well, prowlers of the four-footed, fuzzy, and whiskered variety. And deer, too. Those aren't Sidney's footprints, after all.
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