A favourite -

Of My Self

This only grant me, that my means may lye
Too low for Envy, for Contempt too high.
Some Honour I would have
Not from great deeds, but good alone.
The unknown are better than ill known.
Rumour can ope' the Grave,
Acquaintance I would have, but when 't depends
Not on the number, but the choice of Friends.

Books should, not business, entertain the Light,
And sleep, as undisturb'd as Death, the Night.
My House a Cottage, more
Than Palace, and should fitting be
For all my Use, no Luxury.
My Garden painted o'er
With Natures hand, not Arts; and pleasures yield,
Horace might envy in his Sabine field.

Thus would I double my Lifes fading space,
For he that runs it well, twice runs his race.
And in this true delight,
These unbought sports, this happy State,
I would not fear nor wish my fate,
But boldly say each night,
To-morrow let my Sun his beams display,
Or in clouds hide them; I have liv'd to-day.

Abraham Cowley (1618 - 1667)

Cough, cough

Ok, already!!! I'm really trying to cough some life back into this one - by popular demand.....

I totally enjoyed the "being missed" bit - it's hilarious, the tagboard, I mean. It's like everybody wondering when stuff's going to start happening again! I think the next time I'll try to resist putting in an update for longer, like maybe 4 months or something! I particularly liked the suggestion for me to "at least blog about the staff race"! Lol! So, what was I supposed to have blogged about the staff race? I ran, 'nuff said.

It's exam period - sigh. You remember those days? The assessment books, the talking in your sleep, the only time you're allowed to read a book during dinner? So what do we do with ourselves when we don't have an exam but have a million and one other assignments that take up just as much of our energies and time?