It is now easier to wake up at seven in the morning than it was when I needed to, what's next? All-you-can-eat breakfast bars? About time to head to Carousel, I think. Of course, if there's a lovely lady who'd like to escape with me to the postapocalyptic landscape outside the domes, I'd be open to that too, apparently we'd get to drive around in one of these:
OK, enough chitchat, here's Donne doing his hippie thing:
Some man unworthy to be possessor
Of old or new love, himself being false or weak,
Thought his pain and shame would be lesser,
If on womankind he might his anger wreak ;
And thence a law did grow,
One might but one man know ;
But are other creatures so?
Are sun, moon, or stars by law forbidden
To smile where they list, or lend away their light?
Are birds divorced or are they chidden
If they leave their mate, or lie abroad a night?
Beasts do no jointures lose
Though they new lovers choose ;
But we are made worse than those.
Who e'er rigg'd fair ships to lie in harbours,
And not to seek lands, or not to deal with all?
Or built fair houses, set trees, and arbours,
Only to lock up, or else to let them fall?
Good is not good, unless
A thousand it possess,
But doth waste with greediness.