Author: David Basch (---.ipt.aol.com)
Date: 03-09-05 15:11
The former post was off topic and was removed as it was a violation of our
Great Books spirit.
These forums are being phased out & replaced. Join us at our new
registration-only forums at:
jollyrogerwest.com Great Books forums,
and booksliterature.com Great Books forums.
Please respect that these are Great Books sites. We far prefer
discussions along the following
Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climb\'d the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage:
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, \'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract, and look another way:
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon:
Unlook\'d, on diest unless thou get a son.
My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior
spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive
with our frail and feeble mind. --Albert Einstein
How oft when thou, my music, music play\'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway\'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,
At the wood\'s boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O\'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless\'d than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
You can tell alot about a fellow\'s character by his way of eating