Author: Hamlet (---.ri.ri.cox.net)
Date: 09-05-05 02:13
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place
for the first time.
T. S. EliotThe genius of architecture seems to have shed its maledictions over this land. -Thomas Jefferson, Notes
on the State of Virginia, 1784-1785
Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there,
And made my self a motley to the view,
Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old offences of affections new;
Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
These blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays prov'd thee my best of love.
Now all is done, save what shall have no end:
Mine appetite I never more will grind
On newer proof, to try an older friend,
A god in love, to whom I am confin'd.
Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,
Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.