By John Donne
I have done one braver thing
Than all the Worthies did;
And yet a braver thence doth spring,
Which is, to keep that hid.
It were but madness now to impart
The skill of specular stone,
When he, which can have learn’d the art
To cut it, can find none.
So, if I now should utter this,
Others – because no more
Such stuff to work upon, there is –
Would love but as before.
But he who loveliness within
Hath found, all outward loathes,
For he who color loves, and skin,
Loves but their oldest clothes.
If, as I have, you also do
Virtue in woman see,
And dare love that, and say so too,
And forget the He and She;
And if this love, though placèd so,
From profane men you hide,
Which will no faith on this bestow,
Or, if they do, deride;
Then you have done a braver thing
Than all the Worthies did;
And a braver thence will spring,
Which is, to keep that hid.
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My Monday was a Monday -- not a bad one, we didn't even get the forecast thunderstorm, but it was all about work and chores so I have nothing exciting to report except that there are now baby birds in the Season Zen screen saver and we saw TWO baby bunnies on our cul-de-sac, a first for the season!
We spent the evening catching up on two weeks' worth of Orphan Black (still not loving the Castor obsession even with the Big Reveal, I miss seeing more of Cosima and even Rachel, plus it's a little late to get me invested in Beth). Some photos from a couple of weeks ago of the Smithsonian orchids:
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