Thursday, January 25, 2007


Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurled
By dreams, each one, into a several world.

Robert Herrick


Wednesday, January 24, 2007




To my Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we;
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,

Nor aught but love from thee give recompense.

Thy love is such I can no way repay;

The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.

Then while we live in love let's so persevere

That when we live no more we may live ever.


Anne Bradstreet


Monday, January 22, 2007

A drinking Song

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

W. B. Yeats

Saturday, January 20, 2007