Stevos   10 #1 Posted October 22, 2008 When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait."  I think Milton had the old serving and returning thing sorted. Discuss. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
iansamuel   10 #2 Posted October 22, 2008 "They also serve who only stand and wait."  That sounds like me by about 9 o'clock! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Stevos   10 #3 Posted October 22, 2008 Indeed, indeed or as Falstaff said: "I will tell you: he beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, Master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver's beam; because I know also life is a shuttle."  Life is a shuttle, isn't it? I often feel I have been smashed, dropped and served up short. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Stevos   10 #4 Posted November 11, 2008 When first my brave Johnnie lad Came to this town, He had a blue bonnet That wanted the crown; But now he has gotten A hat and a feather, - Hey, brave Johnnie lad, **** up your beaver!  **** up your beaver, And **** it fu' sprush, We'll over the border and gie them a brush; There's somebody there We'll teach better behaviour - Hey, brave Johnnie lad, **** up your beaver!  Rabbie Burns  Brings tears to my eyes. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
AndrewC   307 #5 Posted November 12, 2008 I bring my racket  It has strings and helps me play  I like badminton.  ------------------------- (trad. Haiku have seasonal references in them but I have failed on that aspect I'm afraid) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
MagnetMan   10 #6 Posted November 13, 2008 there is a game, and this isn't fiction where the flick in the wrist is the best action the aim of the game is to keep the **** in no you lot, its called badminton!   dubious rhymes i know but hey.. i had 10 mins before i go and teach, what do you expect Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...