Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be'st born to strange sights, Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee, Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me, All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear, No where Lives a woman true, and fair.
If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet; Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.
I mean, really, love, if you're going to go with "Why can't I find beautiful faithful women no matter how hard I keep looking"[1], do it with *class*. --- [1] In other people's marriage beds, might I add.
Aside from the filthy and lying part it reminds me of the song by Dan Bern, Everybody's Baby. Which, to tell you a little about myself, I thought of as one of my theme songs for years.
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Date: 2008-05-08 02:28 pm (UTC)---
[1] In other people's marriage beds, might I add.
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Date: 2008-05-08 03:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-08 05:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-08 06:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-08 10:03 pm (UTC)And?
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Date: 2008-05-09 02:31 am (UTC)Anyway, love the emphasis fonts on this. =)
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Date: 2008-05-09 08:29 pm (UTC)