I remember where I was when I bought my first Apple product - the old-school USB shuffle. I still have it.
I also remember where I was when I learned that not everyone was born with the same rights - an elementary school Social Studies class reading the Constitutional Amendments. Even in vocabulary for the young reader, it was clear that something had been wrong.
Thinking of these and the losses a few of our GBC members have suffered in the last few weeks, I do what I usually do and turn to rhyme.
Elegy
William Shakespeare
Sonnets and Poems, p.119
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en they wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak;
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forebear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
Guiderius and Arviragus in
Cymbeline, iv.2
