Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-12-06 16:11
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Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
Founding Fathers Quotes
And it is no less true, that personal security and private property rest entirely upon the wisdom, the stability, and the
integrity of the courts of justice.
Joseph Story, Commentaries on the Constitution, 1833