Well, folks. It seems as though Letty has some catching up to do. Never have I been so hot, but at least, Raggedy, I left you laughing.
Dear hawkman. Thanks again for the bio's and the secret ways we have of looking busy. Love the last line, and Rex is right. Too hot to look busy.
Back in a minute to check out Try's song, but I feel like Shakespeare, "hot" in love.
A little bit of serious here, listeners:
Fear no more the heat o' the sun
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 thy 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 finished 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 forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renownéd be thy grave!
-- William Shakespeare