Treason doth never prosper, what's the reason? For if it prosper, none dare call it Treason.
John Harington

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The gallows in my garden, people say ( Read more... )

Johann Sebastian Bach
Was a master of his Fach:
Nothing could be more kluge
Than his Kunst der Fuge.

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Nature makes clear the windy air
and bright the round moon.
In the bamboo garden, on the pine fence,
not a speck of dust.
How fresh and clean my life
with a long lute and piled scrolls!