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April 23, 2007
When I hear James laugh, my day gets instantly better. He's so very creative (ask about his poetry!), and has a heart as big as all outdoors. He's a very good friend, a great faire-uncle to the kids, and a all-around Kewl D00d.
April 23, 2007
We love our Jimmy.... Bright funny always a smile.... We love our Jimmy... everyone needs a Jimmy.. and there is a someone out there who needs a Jimmy!!! we must make it our goal to find!!! Find!!!!!
We love our Jimmy!!!
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Sir John Davies was born at Tisbury, Wiltshire, where he was christened on April 16, 1569, third son of Mary and of John. His father died when he was ten. In 1580 he was sent to school at Winchester. He entered The Queen's College, Oxford, in 1585. Leaving Oxford a year and a half later, he proceeded to read law first at the New Inn, and then at the Middle Temple, 1588 onwards. The Epigrammes were written perhaps around 1590, the year Davies' mother passed away.
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Thys was the Picture of her wondrous thought,
Fri, May 9, 2008 - 7:15 PM
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But who can wonder that her thought was so, Sith Vulcan King of Fire, that Mirrour wrought, (Who things to come, present, and past doth know) And there did represent in lively show Our glorious English Courts divine Image, As it should be in this our *golden age.* (I added the asterisks... ) Cool huh???!
The Dyal's your's watch time least it be lost
Fri, February 29, 2008 - 3:16 PM
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Yet they most lose it that do watch it most - From "A Lotterie" Sir John Davies
Faith, wench, I cannot courth thy sprightly eyes
Fri, February 29, 2008 - 2:55 PM
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With the base viol placed between my thighs; I cannot lisp, nor to some fiddle sing, Nor run upon a high-stretched minikin. I cannot whine in puling elegies Entombing Cupid with sad obsequies. I am not fashioned for these amorous times To court thy beauty with lascivious rhymes. I cannot dally, caper, dance and sing, Oiling my saint with supple sonneting. I cannot cross my arms, or sigh "Ah, me - Ah, me, forlorn!" - egregious fopper... read more
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