Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
Wikkelspies vs Ptkay
Hey Paul...no offence. Just felt like lightening up a bit.
Now back to Len and Marius' poles ...now there was a bit of challenging rotor physics for you
Hey guys lets do that North South thing again! It was lekka and we need it to just have a jol and a laugh again!! Lion, drop the NZ experience and join us. We can have a good laugh at Malcolms latest i phone videos!!!
Im off to Langebaan on Tuesday for a week. Whatever happened to the trimaran? John...your sis is a sensation
she should swop the kitchen for the stage!!!! What a voice!!!Now back to gyros...
