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Date: 12-25-05 18:50
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XXXVI
Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love\'s sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love\'s delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
--William Shakespeare
...one of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science is
escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless
dreariness, from the fetters of one\'s own ever-shifting desires. A finely
tempered nature longs to escape from the personal life into the world of
objective perception and thought. --Albert EinsteinNot all of us have to possess earthshaking talent. Just common sense and love will do.
Myrtle Auvil
XXIX
When in disgrace with fortune and men\'s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur\'d like him, like him with friends possess\'d,
Desiring this man\'s art, and that man\'s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,-- and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven\'s gate,;
For thy sweet love remember\'d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
--William Shakespeare