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Tis done. We have become a nation. Benjamin Rush, on the ratification of the Constitution, letter to Boudinot, July 9, 1788
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XCVII How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. --William Shakespeare
All The Best,
William Einstein Shakespeare :)
Gravity cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. -- Albert Einstein