Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-30-06 09:26
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Our forbearance should never be misunderstood. Our reluctance for conflict
should not be misjudged as a failure of will. When action is required to
preserve our national security, we will act.
The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.
O! let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
Today, if you invent a better mousetrap, the government comes along with a