Oh truly we are a fortunate few
Who turn on your axis, revolve around you
All spinning outwards from your sun
Passing your reflection on
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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:
This makes me think of the Death Cab lyric,
"Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark."
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