My Small Boat
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
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On His Blindness When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and…
What's a sundial in the shade?
One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.