Ah Dave that last line!
Cheers P&VB
Ps what's the 172?
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Subject: Re: Thought for the day
172
Quicksilver
He shall be flesshie of nose, and spare of body, and as the Sunne is lord of
light, dry of nature though quick and crafty and subtill of Wit and Tongue
and Science and will have great love for ladies and gentlewomen yet shall
have great harm by them and when he is married, men shall not set so much
store by him as they did before. He shall be a friend of rogues and
vagabonds yet be servant or carrier to some great Lord or else a receiver of
his money and will love to preach and speake faire language and rhetorick.
You may denote him by the little finger. He shall take his hue from what
surrounds, he shall be unloving, loving, unlusting, lusting. A shepherd of
thin dreams who brings the coat of many colours a night-watching and a
door-waylaying thief. Who lives for others. He shall be a good man of the
church and not espouse the Arts of Warre. He shall account of worth schools,
jackdaws, hares, bowling greens, telephones, swallows, fairs at WhitMonday,
digital radio, foxes, squirrels, sarabandes, the Great Western line,
blackbirds, rivers in winter, curls, lavender and wine, the search for
distant planets as in those presumed about Beta Pictori or 66 Cancri,
board-games, the night sky, tennis courts, libraries, leather, lepidoptera,
moorhens, weasels and all those by nature witty and inconstant. He shall
love poetrie and fear Apollo. He shall sign on on Fridays and drink dry
cider. He shall look for his soul in others' eyes. I woke in the small hours
and turned to my side. I've been dreaming I was alive I mumbled. Not now,
I'm tired she replied.
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