“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Go and catch a falling star, ___ Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, ___ Or who cleft the devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, _________ And find _________ What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be'st born to strange sights, ___ Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, ___ Till age snow white hairs on thee, Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me, All strange wonders that befell thee, _________ And swear, _________ No where Lives a woman true, and fair.
If thou find'st one, let me know, ___ Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, ___ Though at next door we might meet; Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, _________ Yet she _________ Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.
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_________ SONG _________
Go and catch a falling star,
___ Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
___ Or who cleft the devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
_________ And find
_________ What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be'st born to strange sights,
___ Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
___ Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
_________ And swear,
_________ No where
Lives a woman true, and fair.
If thou find'st one, let me know,
___ Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
___ Though at next door we might meet;
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
_________ Yet she
_________ Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.
~ John Donne (1572-1631)
Oh, yea of little faith... ;)
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