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.
4.23.2009
111H, 112H
Goodbye to a fine group of students. They have no idea how (nor should they), but they collectively helped me through a terribly difficult year. I owe them much. I shall not see their like again, at least not for a while.
"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."
1 comment:
D'aw
You're such a softy
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