Samson Agonistes: I test my bath before I sit, And I’m always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a bit Is so frigid upon the fundament.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Samson Agonistes: I test my bath before I sit, And I’m always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a bit Is so frigid upon the fundament.
There is no such thing as darkness; only a failure to see.
Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public RECORDS to be True.
A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast,…