Hamlet
Lord Polonius:

At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him:

Be you and I behind an arras then;

Mark the encounter: if he love her not

And be not from his reason fall'n thereon,

Let me be no assistant for a state,

But keep a farm and carters.

The Eve of St. Agnes

She hurried at his words, beset with fears,

For there were sleeping dragons all around,

At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears—

Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found.—

In all the house was heard no human sound.

A chain-droop'd lamp was flickering by each door;

The arras, rich with horseman, hawk, and hound,

Flutter'd in the besieging wind's uproar;

And the long carpets rose along the gusty floor.

Sue's magnificent arras is near completion, and it is something both Shakspeare and Keats, not to mention me, would appreciate. All the leaf shapes were based on actual leaves collected along Serendipity Lane. The tapestry will grace the cottage on the Lane.

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Cold again. Very light snow all afternoon. Pax is still sick and somewhat messed up, and now has hurt his left rear leg, being careless in the hard, crusty snow. We all quite expect him to be back to his old normal self tomorow.