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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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September
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- Mimosa Pudica
- A moment of self-reflection
- Google is hard
- Monday Update, Kitty Heaven Edition.
- Poor Little Red
- In which Piers prepares a speech
- Poet-king
- Tunay ng Pilipinas
- Some make a question,
- Monday Update, Wise edition
- A sample of what transpired this weekend
- In which Piers takes his annual eastward pilgrimage
- "Accursed be a cowardly and covetous heart! In...
- It was a Tuesday. I was driving to Weldon Thornto...
- In which Piers goes to the Soybean Festival
- In which Piers gets an invitation
- September is busy.
- Fluffernutter
- Monday Update, Maximum Warp Edition
- Adventures with Students, Vol. 35
- Adventures in Parenting, vol. 31
- Sonnet 76
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