Whan that Aprille with his shoures soteThe droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,And bathed every veyne in swich licour,Of which vertu engendred is the flour;Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breethInspired hath in every holt and heethThe tendre croppes, and the yonge sonneHath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,And smale fowles maken …
Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait.
"Will it alter my life altogether? O tell me the truth about love." W.H. Auden
"...he wept as he held the wife he loved, the soul of loyalty, in his arms at last."
"The news of a day I've forgotten -- If I ever read it." -Robert Frost "A Patch of Old Snow
Madelyn Rose Craig 