something this foggy day, a something which /
is neither of this fog nor of today ...
(Christina Rossetti -
Wednesday, July 03, 2013
Shakespeare, 3rd July
O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears, than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.