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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2019 16:09:52 GMT
The weary yeare his race now having run, The new begins his compast course anew: With shew of morning mylde he hath begun, Betokening peace and plenty to ensew. So let us, which this chaunge of weather vew, Chaunge eeke our mynds and former lives amend, The old yeares sinnes forepast let us eschew, And fly the faults with which we did offend. Then shall the new yeares joy forth freshly send, Into the glooming world his gladsome ray: And all these stormes which now his beauty blend, Shall turne to caulmes and tymely cleare away. So likewise love cheare you your heavy spright, And chaunge old yeares annoy to new delight.
-- Edmund Spenser
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2019 19:06:00 GMT
New delight, indeed! Thank you, Larika, for posting that.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2020 13:34:27 GMT
Everything I write now sounds dirty, with that new avatar. A month ago that response sounded perfectly fine.
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Post by ronmiller on Mar 7, 2020 13:57:59 GMT
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Post by And Kevin 2024 on Mar 7, 2020 16:06:31 GMT
Interesting to see old words in use, but also make up one's own spelling.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2020 18:40:56 GMT
Interesting to see old words in use, but also make up one's own spelling. Which ones are you referring to?
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Post by And Kevin 2024 on Mar 9, 2020 19:00:25 GMT
"Which ones are you referring to? Most of them BTW. You need to change your tagline, unless you are by Renoir also.
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