Friday, March 4, 2011


(Almost made it)

This, the only evidence left of my heart.
Only Evidence of my heart

Gone - Never to feel again - pain or love.
Never to feel again

 There's nothing I can do



( 8412V) ~> ( 8728V)

1 comment:

  1. Love's Diet

    "TO what a cumbersome unwieldiness
    And burdenous corpulence my love had grown,
    But that I did, to make it less,
    And keep it in proportion,
    Give it a diet, made it feed upon
    That which love worst endures, discretion

    Above one sigh a day I allow'd him not,
    Of which my fortune, and my faults had part ;
    And if sometimes by stealth he got
    A she sigh from my mistress' heart,
    And thought to feast upon that, I let him see
    'Twas neither very sound, nor meant to me.

    If he wrung from me a tear, I brined it so
    With scorn and shame, that him it nourish'd not ;
    If he suck'd hers, I let him know
    'Twas not a tear which he had got ;
    His drink was counterfeit, as was his meat ;
    For eyes, which roll towards all, weep not, but sweat.

    Whatever he would dictate I writ that,
    But burnt her letters when she writ to me ;
    And if that favour made him fat,
    I said, "If any title be
    Convey'd by this, ah ! what doth it avail,
    To be the fortieth name in an entail?"

    Thus I reclaim'd my buzzard love, to fly
    At what, and when, and how, and where I choose.
    Now negligent of sports I lie,
    And now, as other falconers use,
    I spring a mistress, swear, write, sigh, and weep ;
    And the game kill'd, or lost, go talk or sleep."