Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.dsl.chcgil.ameritech.net)
Date: 11-08-05 15:44
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LXXXVII
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thy self thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
--William Shakespeare
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your
heart.
Marcus Aurelius 121-80 AD, Roman Emperor, PhilosopherThings are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet
beautiful.What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to
see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
St. Augustine 354-430, Numidian-born Bishop of Hippo, Theologian
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