Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime. And chiefly Thou O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread

crazyphoenix

January 17th, 2007

9:49:51 PM CST

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Of human sacrifice, and parents tears, Though for the noyse of Drums and Timbrels loud Thir childrens cries unheard, that past through fire

crazyphoenix

January 17th, 2007

9:50:22 PM CST

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Where luxurie late reign'd, Sea-monsters whelp'd And stabl'd; of Mankind, so numerous late, All left, in one small bottom swum imbark't. How didst thou grieve then, Adam, to behold The end of all thy Ofspring, end so sad,

Eirulle

January 17th, 2007

10:03:59 PM CST

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For every star I do not give you, you have ruined They Might Be Giants one million fold!

bonushobo

January 17th, 2007

10:05:31 PM CST

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so i ruined like four million folds?