Sonnet #90
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scoped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite
But in the onset come; so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might,
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.
- W. Shakespeare
Your grandfather had the coolest house I've ever been to, and that photo is great. RIP
ReplyDeleteChris:
ReplyDeleteBelieve it or not, Pop had that truck when I first met him. It was a scary thing to drive.I don't think the picture shows it, but the body and bed were held together with some steel straps screwed to the body parts. It also had more free play in the steering wheel, to the tune of 30-40 degrees! Unbelievable..or should I say- believable! It was truly him.