Author: ivan (---.pppoe.mtu-net.ru)
Date: 11-19-05 17:05
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The Nobel is a ticket to one\'s own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it.
T. S. Eliot
Let us ask ourselves; What kind of people do we think we are?
Politics is just like show business. You have a hell of an opening, coast
for a while, and then have a hell of a close.
O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.
The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer\'s breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo\'d, and unrespected fade;
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.