A large mug of tea, a newspaper & your favourite music playing - absolute must-haves for a great Saturday morning. This mug was gifted by a kind stranger. It has pictures of all my favourite poets: Dickinson, Whitman, Hughes, Plath, Poe & Shakespeare.
Tell me what boots to battle, when the end | |
| Is foreseen failure? What, by heaven, I ask— | |
| By bearded martyrs, and the holy cask | |
| Of papal comfort, what can struggle lend | |
| Of true nobility to those who bend |
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| Constrainèd after all? ’Twere better bask | |
| With resignation and a quiet flask | |
| Than rush to strokes that heaven will surely send. | |
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| Methinks the base desire to change our stars | |
| Is but the taint of old mortality, |
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| And as the wavelet curls in every sea | |
| The schoolboy bares his wounds and thinks him Mars. | |
| Give me Petrarca and a pot of tea, | |
| And carry thou thy honourable scars. |
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I like the fact that his tipple of choice seems to go from alcohol in the first verse to tea in the second. *grin*
Nice mug! They look like they're pushing and shoving to get to the front.
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