Author: Guenther (156.63.21.---)
Date: 12-14-04 10:09
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What\'s in the brain, that ink may character,
Which hath not figur\'d to thee my true spirit?
What\'s new to speak, what now to register,
That may express my love, or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must each day say o\'er the very same;
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow\'d thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love\'s fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes antiquity for aye his page;
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak
minds. --Albert Einstein
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
T. S. Eliot
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish\'d for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love\'s picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart\'s guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart\'s and eye\'s delight.