Quote, May 9, 2011

ejmoore510(7)May 9, 2011

When I do count the clock that tells the time,

And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;

When I behold the violet past prime,

And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;

When lofty trees I see barren of leaves

Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,

And summer's green all girded up in sheaves

Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,

Then of thy beauty do I question make

That thou among the wastes of time must go,

Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake

And die as fast as they see others grow;

And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence

Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time by William Shakespeare

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kathyjane(z6VA)

Good one, ej......

I always thought the elderly Eskimos who would quietly leave in the night and walk onto the ice to spare their families, were so brave to do that---one final act of love and unselfishness.

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