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Pastimes : May Day, also known as Beltane -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Dayuhan who wrote (688)	4/28/1999 11:07:00 PM
From: jbe	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 2063

Everybody here is nubile, at least until midnight after May 1, after which we will probably turn into a bunch of rather soggy pumpkins. Ah yes, time's wing'ed chariot.... We could use some marvellous Marvell, perhaps, to reinforce the message of carpe diem: Had we but World enough and Time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long Loves Day. Thou by the Indian Ganges side Should'dst Rubies find: I by the Tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood: And you should if you please refuse Till the Conversion of the Jews. My vegetable Love should grow Vaster than Empires, and more slow. ................................... ................................... But at my back I always hear Time's wing'ed Chariot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lye Deserts of vast Eternity. Thy Beauty shall no more be found; Nor in thy marble Vault, shall sound My echoing Song;then Worms shall try That long preserv'd Virginity: And your quaint Honor turn to dust; And into ashes all my Lust. The Grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace. .................................. .................................. The prescription? The best seduction lines I have ever heard: Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our Time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapt pow'r. Let us roll all our Strength, and all Our sweetness, into one Ball; And tear our Pleasures with rough strife, Through the Iron gates of Life....... ..................................... ..................................... So, go to it, boys & girls, the sands are running out.....