Not much to say today. Sorry to be a lame-o, but I'm tired.
Just spent a loooooong night waiting for a short bus.
Ok, ok. Here's a short poem from memory. I'll have to look up the who and when and maybe explain the why another day. And check to see if I got it right:
Upon Julia's Clothes
Whenas in silks my Julia goes
Then, then methinks
How sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes
Next when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free
Oh how that glittering taketh me
Can any of you guess correctly? No cheating.