something this foggy day, a something which /
is neither of this fog nor of today ...
(Christina Rossetti -
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Shakespeare, 25th July
Honour travels in a strait so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path:
For emulation hath a thousand sons,
That one by one pursue: if you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by,
And leave you hindmost.