Aye, the impatient wait for nothing, not even midnight of year's turning, Look at their ragged shoes and half-empty jugs. Tis not dew that stains the ground. "How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; And wit depends on dilatory time." Expect less and be rewarded in the new yeare! Let the fools have the froth. Here, take this candle and shield it from the wind. Warmth and light to you in 2010.
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I shall be a frothy fool no longer. Thanks for the candle. Oooh! French Vanilla!
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year!