Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-- William Shakespeare

I live beneath the rocks

"I live beneath the rocks," said he,
"In wooded valley, mossy dell,
Away from angry urban yell."

"My time is never dull," said he,
"I gather berries, roots & bark,
Then sing & dance through day & dark."

"Perhaps you'll soon drop in,' said he,
"It is not hard; let thought unwind,
And wander where you find your mind.'

-- Merlin Sheldrake

There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.

Then said I, Wisdom is better than strength: nevertheless the poor man's wisdom is despised, and his words are not heard.

... The words of wise men are heard in quiet more than the cry of him that ruleth among fools.

... Wisdom is better than weapons of war: but one sinner destroyeth much good.