Monday, February 27, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
You will hear words
old and spent and useless
like costumes left over
from yesterday's parties
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
As if the cares of human life were few,
We seek out new:
And follow fate, which would too fast pursue.
See how on every bough the birds express
In their sweet notes their happiness.
They all enjoy and nothing spare;
But on their mother nature lay their care.
Why then should man, the lord of all below,
Such troubles choose to know
As none of all his subjects undergo?