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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.
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- 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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1 comment:
I remember a picture of Jonathan in this same table. what in the world is Andrew eating that is so messy. Not very appetizing but he's having fun it looks like.
Honey thinks these are precious boys but their Mommy calls them rotten.
Thanks for the pics. Love them.
Honey
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