The Sorrowful Playnte and the Music
"For all of playnte my song is sett, Wich long hathe served and nought can gett. A faithefull herte so trulye mente Rewardid is full slenderelye." "Each morn I wake, pray soule to take; Before I do things evil, rash, I order ye to gie me cash." "To be olde, alas, and destitute, my poem not worth a farthing, What would best me, but eternal gath'ring?" "I canna face the Warld again, Makar and Maker walk among them." "For tis a young man's world with young men's girls, A young girl's earth, to art and love give birth." http://www.alansondheim.org/naiad.mp3 _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@netbehaviour.org http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
