Author: Julia (---.zone129.zaural.ru)
Date: 01-07-06 12:37
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Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send\'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake:
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all too near.
O! that you were your self; but, love you are
No longer yours, than you your self here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give:
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
Yourself again, after yourself\'s decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter\'s day
And barren rage of death\'s eternal cold?
O! none but unthrifts. Dear my love, you know,
You had a father: let your son say so.
Well, I learned a lot... I went down to Latin America to find out from
them and (learn) their views. You\'d be surprised. They\'re all individual
I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War
IV will be fought with sticks and stones. --Albert Einstein