Wednesday, December 3, 2008

On the road...





That many may be meant 
By the fool multitude the choose by show, 
Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach, 
Which prios not the interior, but like the martlet
Builds in the weather on the outward wall, 
Even in the force and the road of casualty. 
I will not choose what many men desire, 
Because I will not jump with common spirits,
And rank me with the barbarous multitude. 

Merchant of Venus, Act II

3 comments:

amy said...

look at you figuring out how to make your blog bigger!

Moments said...

Elizabeth showed me...although I'm still struggling with the formatting.

Elizabeth said...

It's looking good Neda!