Author: Essays Death of a Salesman (---.client.insightBB.com)
Date: 11-24-02 08:08
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Sometimes one pays most for the things one gets for nothing. --Albert
If the federal government had been around when the Creator was putting His
hand to this state, Indiana wouldn\'t be here. It\'d still be waiting for an
environmental impact statement.
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.
No more be griev\'d at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,--
Thy adverse party is thy advocate,--
And \'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate,
That I an accessary needs must be,
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.