Here's an oldie but goody - one of my favorites of his.
Those that have pow'r to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show;
Who, moving other, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold and to temptation slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flow'r with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity;
For sweetest thing turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Sonnet 94, Bill
Also: We're keeping the kitty (I know, giant, life-stopping surprise there). She's to be called Edie (say Eeedeee) after our old friend Mike Post's late wife, natch. So possibly Edie, version 2.0? She's got two almost circular dots of charcoal grey on her right flank, like a die, so we almost went with some version of 'two' in Spanish or Italian, but I don't think "Dos" has the same ring as Edie.
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