Category: Dark

  • November 24

    November 24

    The bright day is done,
    And we are for the Dark.

  • November 19

    November 19

    Small things make base men proud.

  • November 18

    November 18

    And thus I clothe my naked villainy
    With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ;
    And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

  • November 17

    November 17

    I dare do all that may become a man;
    Who dares do more is none.

  • November 10

    November 10

    As, I confess, it is my nature’s plague
    To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
    Shapes faults that are not.

  • October 19

    October 19

    Even so our houses and ourselves and children
    Have lost, or do not learn for want of time,
    The sciences that should become our country,
    But grow like savages.

  • October 14

    October 14

    My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
    Or else my heart, concealing it, will break;