Author: tamiflu (---.uninet-ide.com.mx)
Date: 10-20-05 19:59
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From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dress\'d in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh\'d and leap\'d with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer\'s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily\'s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seem\'d it winter still, and you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
Going to college offered me the chance to play football for four more
Then let not winter\'s ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill\'d:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty\'s treasure ere it be self-kill\'d.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That\'s for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur\'d thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-will\'d, for thou art much too fair
To be death\'s conquest and make worms thine heir.
I have left orders to be awakened at any time in case of national
emergency, even if I\'m in a cabinet meeting.