January 2012
7 posts
Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting,
Which clad in damask mantles deck the arbours,
And then behold your lips, where sweet love harbours,
My eyes present me with a double doubting.
For, viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes
Whether the roses be your lips, or your lips the roses.
— John Wilbye (1575-1638)
“Great love affairs start with Champagne.”
– Honore de Balzac (via caryrandolph)
WatchEscape to Attenborough Nature Reserve this afternoon.
English Pronunciation →
A quite fiendish poem by G. Nolst Trenité on the vagaries of English pronunciation.
After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.