Mar 10, 10
Read from March 09 to 10, 2010
"He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle."
"Prophet may you be!
If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
when time is old and hath forgot itself,
when waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy,
and blind oblivion swallowed cities up,
and mighty states characterless are grated
to dusty nothing, yet let memory,
from false to false, among false maids in love,
upbraid my falsehood!"