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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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- Ohayo gozaimasu
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- Jitterbug.
- #303
- Best sentence I've read today (so far).
- Cakee, cakee, umm umm!
- birthday tally
- Mobile Baby
- Preface
- Booklust! Booklust!
- Lithium
- The Mousetrap
- Keeyuhhteee
- Oak Park, IL
- Sometimes I should just stop
- One Simple Task
- heeeeeeeeyyyyyyy
- debate, shmebate
- one of the happiest sounds on earth
- A Good sign
- It's a Very Important Day
- Be Still my Beating Heart!
- Navel-Gazing; feel free to skip!
- She is just that awesome
- "Democritus to the Reader"
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