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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.
About Me
- 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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- Big Week
- it demands much.
- The long fall back to earth is the hardest part.
- "in short measures, life may perfect bee."
- Io non so ben ridir com'i' v'intrai
- "The hope on picking up a book: that it will tell ...
- rift
- "Just Be Yourself."
- No title
- Every day.
- phew.
- My Three Sons
- O thank the Lord.
- This is better than anything I could say at this p...
- In the bleak midwinter
- "This isn't fantasyland."
- High-wire
- Il Cortegiano
- Much Ado About Nothing
- Okay, now THIS is funny.
- Preparing
- Stephano Guazzo, The Civil Conversation
- Study Day
- AKACHAN!!
- "Therefore we may call that art true art which doe...
- "Nothing is irreversible"
- Yes, we're thawing out.
- snowjinks! snowjinks! (UPDATED)
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