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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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- The History of Science
- Kill me now, pls.
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- Um, where should I begin?
- Job job job job
- clippings
- It's Friday.
- Ten Things.
- Rigorous, yup
- For the next turn in the road
- Whaaa?
- donne, and donne.
- Bits
- The Ten Month Old.
- taxi, taxi!
- "Act as if you were."
- Best sentence I've read today (so far).
- I shall
- Oh read over D. John Bridges
- Scraps
- A Post-Holiday Note
- Which way is up?
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