3 Ring Binder

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) I 'BUT where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive in their depth, as the kraken beneath the sea-blue. II 'Because I fear you,' he answered;--'because you are far too fair, And able to strangle my soul in a mesh of your gold-coloured hair.' III 'Oh that,' she said, 'is no reason! Such knots are quickly undone, And too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but too much sun.' IV 'Yet farewell so,' he answered; --'the sunstroke's fatal at times. I value your husband, Lord Walter, whose gallop rings still from the limes. V 'Oh that,' she said, 'is no reason. You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it what matter? who grumbles, and where's the pretense? VI 'But I,' he replied, 'have promised another, when love was free, To love her alone, alone, who alone from afar loves me.' VII 'Why, that,' she said, ...

Today I learned the art of pysanky from a friend and couldn't resist putting the egg in with the chicks. While my egg may look nothing like the intricate designs on the pysanky website, I still like it. And the process was fun!

If you substitute the words "scrambled eggs" for the king's various attempts at instructing the guard, and every other known egg preparation for the guard's questions to the king's request, you will have a fair approximation of our Sunday morning discussions in which I am the king and Stephen is the guard. Unlike the guard who is just plain dumb, however, Stephen finds it inconceivable * that I detest all egg preparations but scrambled (*it does mean what I think it means).

To the Soure Reader by Robert Herrick (1591-1674) If thou dislik'st the piece thou light'st on first, Thinke that of all that I have writ the worst: But if thou read'st my booke unto the end, And still do'st this and that verse reprehend, O perverse man! if all disgustfull be, The extreame scabbe take thee and thine for me. Herrick's instructions to the reader near the beginning of his Hersperides , Volume I.