Friday, July 10, 2015

ars poetica

Early Wi-Fi System…
The Silver Swan
By Orlando Gibbons 1583–1625

The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached, unlocked her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:
“Farewell, all joys; Oh death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.”