Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-24-06 10:44
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XII
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.
--William Shakespeare
I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to
study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval
architecture, navigation, commerce, and agriculture, in order to give
their children a right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture,
statuary, tapestry, and porcelain.
John Adams, 2nd U.S. President 1735-1826
And his heart was stirred, it felt a father\'s kindness: such an emotion as the possessor of beauty can
inspire in one who offered himself up in spirit to create beauty. -Thomas Mann, Death in VeniceThe louder he talked of his honour, the faster we counted our spoons. --Emerson
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