Author: Nike (---.126.254.80.donpac.ru)
Date: 01-23-06 12:56
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When I have seen by Time\'s fell hand defac\'d
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz\'d,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded, to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate--
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have, that which it fears to lose.
Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself, and asks nothing beyond itself. Praise is
no part of it, for nothing is made worse or better by praise. -Marcus Aurelius, Mediations (2nd C.),
4.20, TR. Maxwell Staniforth
I have left orders to be awakened at any time in case of national
emergency, even if I\'m in a cabinet meeting.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey\'d,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers\' pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn\'d,
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn\'d,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv\'d;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv\'d:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty\'s summer dead.