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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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October
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- Not all the water in the rough rude sea
- Keeping On
- The Night of October 27
- hello, class. I'll be your professor for the rema...
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- light eternal
- Pirate Party!
- Because it's Friday.
- Midway already.
- Ahhh, pregnancy.
- "And a sword will pierce your own soul also."
- Testimony.
- Careful where you point that.
- Happy Homecoming
- "We lean another ladder against the wrong wall--"
- "I Must Work Harder," saith the horse
- Faculty spotlight profile: Dr. Chris Hill - Arts &...
- We are all ripe and ready to be taken.
- Adventures with Students, vol. 12
- Kind pity; Brave scorn
- And We Said Nothing, All the Day
- Just because it's a Friday.
- To retrospect--just once, then no more
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4 comments:
Now, now. It isn't that bad is it? HA! Just think how much fun it is to BE pregnant and feel like this dude.
bahahahahhaha that's funny
Is this the mother "speaking" to the father, or the father after he goes to work because the mother spoke to him during the night? :0)
Could be both.
M-I-L
What in the world is THAT?
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