--To morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.
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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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- Things that are awesome, Vol. 12
- Among the things I have learned this past week
- "Fie on this quiet life! I want work!"
- Down from the mountain
- Best Line of the Conference
- This popped up in my twitter feed just a few minut...
- What next?
- Sweet rose,
- Sunday Morning
- What a difference a year makes
- # 72
- An omen?
- Adventures with Students, vol. 11
- The chase
- Coming down from class
- Tightly Wound
- I hear you've got offices up there
- Smile while you can,
- Number 1000
- Soybeans & Funnel Cakes.
- "Sow the seeds you will . . .
- They are all gone . . .
- Glass is made from sand and sun and lime
- Caliban: Be not afeared.
- A Commentary on Shakespeare's The Tempest
- Watch out for the tiger--
- At last he rose, and twitch'd his Mantle blew--
- Things that are awesome, Vol. 11
- Hello, Baby.
- "In this strange labyrinth how shall I turn? / Way...
- "I'm gonna come home on my shield, or I'm not comi...
- "Can you see the real me? can ya, can ya?"
- "Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. ...
- "Fate Goes Ever as Fate Must"
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