mutability kx21 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 60 The Mutability Topos Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end, Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. Extrated from http://www.oberlin.edu/~english/courses/spring00/english160/Shakespeare%27s_Sonnet_60.html 010820 ... kx21 Change is the only Constant of the Universes... 010826 ... baby satan maybe, but i'm more interested in burning your clothes. 010827 what's it to you? who go blather from