...when you have once put your neck beneath the yoke of Fortune, you must with steadfast heart bear whatever comes to pass within her realm... Ah! dull-witted mortal, if Fortune begin to stay still, she is no longer Fortune.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
For contrast, here are white Calla Lillies taken with a standard digital camera by Philadelphia photographer Greylensman.
Come fill the cup, let's drink about
This nicht, we'll merry be;
For friends and for harmony
Likewise my comrades three;
To meet yence mair some other nicht
My secret joy reveal;
For I now maun stray so far away
Til fortune turns the wheel
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Fortunalee is a would-be satirist, who aspires to be as good Jonathan Swift or Oscar Wilde. Failing that, she'd like to be employed full time writing for The Onion.