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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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4 comments:
I *like* this post. Nice pics.
I think Sid could probably eat Tali, were he so inclined. He's huge!
look carefully at the picture where he's laying on Weslee. . . you can see both his fangs! I think it's hilarious!
He's absolutely beautiful (and very long!), and Sir Philip Sidney is a great name for such a noble beast. Our cat is called Cooper, but he's not named after James Fenimore Cooper!
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