" Ten little Soldier boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were Nine.
Nine little Soldier boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were Eight.
Eight little Soldier boys traveling in Devon;
One said he'd stay there and then there were Seven.
Seven little Soldier boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were Six.
Six little Soldier boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were Five.
Five little Soldier boys going in for law;
One got into Chancery and then there were Four.
Four little Soldier boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were Three.
Three little Soldier boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were Two.
Two little Soldier boys were out in the sun;
One got all frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Soldier boy left all alone;
He went out and hanged himself and then there were none. "
Unknown "Dreamer" Tired - 16 years, 5 months, 7 days ago

'No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let's choose executors and talk of wills:
And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's,
And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn reverence: throw away respect,
Tradition, form and ceremonious duty,
For you have but mistook me all this while:
I live with bread like you, feel want,
Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,
How can you say to me, I am a king?'

--- Richard III, W.Shakespeare
Unknown "Dreamer" Tired - 16 years, 5 months, 8 days ago

On Monsieur's Departure - Elizabeth Tudor

"I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and [am] not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.

My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.

Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant."
Unknown "Dreamer" Tired - 16 years, 5 months, 24 days ago

si en quelque sejour
soit en bois ou en pree
soit pour l'aube du jour
ou soit sur la vespree
sans cesse mon coeur sent
le regret d'un absent
si je suis en repos
sommeillant sur ma couche
j'oy qu'ill me tient propos
je le sens qui me touche
en labeur et requoy
tousjours est prez de moy
Unknown "Dreamer" Tired - 16 years, 7 months, 25 days ago

While out and about today, I have been called successively 阿姨(madam), 小姐(miss), and 小朋友(kid) - must be getting younger har har har
Unknown "Dreamer" Tired - 16 years, 8 months, 7 days ago