From three dark places Christ came forth this day;
From first His Father's bosom, where He lay,
Concealed till now; then from the typic law,
Where we His manhood but by figures saw;...
Pool_wine: the pleasant air and wind,
with sacred thoughts do
feed my serious mind."
- rowland watkyns, the poet's soliloquy
Motivatoreric: bad company is a disease, who lies with dogs shall rise with fleas.
~rowland watkyns
Sheislavianca: "our time consumes like smoke, and posts away;
nor can we treasure up a month or day:
the sand within the transitory glass
doth haste, and so our silent minutes pass."
--rowland watkyns
seize every opportunity to walk into every open door
Lindaisrael: our time consumes like smoke, and posts away;
nor can we treasure up a month or day:
the sand within the transitory...
Theabhayk: "our time consumes like smoke, and posts away;
nor can we treasure up a month or day:
the sand within the transitor...