“What it 't to us, if taxes rise or fall, Thanks to our fortune, we pay none at all. Let muckworms who in dirty acres deal, Lament those hardships which we cannot feel, His grace who smarts, may bellow if he please, But must I bellow too, who sit at ease? By custom safe, the poets' numbers flow, Free as the light and air some years ago. No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains To tax our labours, and excise our brains. Burthens like these with earthly buildings bear, No tributes laid on castles in the air.” IfsFeelsYearsMayLightPainFallDealsNumbersPayBrainGraceAirBuildingPoetBearsPleaseSafeTaxesSmartYears AgoFlowFortuneThanksDirtyEaseLabourHardshipCustomsCastlesStatesmenTributeLamentAcresCastles In The Air Book:Poetical Works: With a Memoir by James L. Hannay and Copious Notes by W. Tooke Source: Poetical Works: With a Memoir by James L. Hannay and Copious Notes by W. Tooke
“If you're ever making a television show, don't cast smart actors because they are just a pain in the ass. The moment you start to bullshit them you've lost them, so you have to either know what you're talking about or when you don't talk to them.” IfsKnowsMomentsShowsPainActorsLostTalkingTelevisionSmartCastsAssBullshitTelevision Shows Author:Ray McKinnon
“Consider that all these torments of body and soul are without intermission. Be their suffering ever so extreme, be their pain ever so intense, there is no possibility of their fainting away, no, not for one moment ... They are all eye, all ear, all sense. Every instant of their duration it may be said of their whole frame that they are 'Trembling alive all o'er, and smart and agonize at every pore.' And of this duration there is no end ... Neither the pain of the body nor of soul is any nearer an end than it was millions of ages ago.” MaySaidSoulEndsWholeMomentsBodyEyeAgePainSufferingMillionsHellAlivePossibilitySmartEarsExtremesMythologyIntenseInstantTormentTremblingDurationFaintingIntermission Author:John Wesley