To the Reader Recounting the Blog’s Inconstancy

Woe-full Reader! cease to play the fool
And what thou seest dead as dead regard!
Whilòme the sheeniest suns for thee did shine
When oft-a-tripping whither led the blog
By us beloved, as shall none be loved.
There all so merry doings then were done
After thy liking, nor the blog was loath.
Then certès sheeniest suns for thee did shine.
Now tis unwilling: thou too (hapless!) will
Its flight to follow, and sad life to live:
Endure with stubborn soul and still obdure.
Reader, adieu! Reader obdurate grown
Nor seeks thee, neither asks of thine unwill;
Yet shalt thou sorrow when none woos thee more;
Reprobate! Woe to thee! What life remains?
Who now shall love thee? Who’ll think thee fair?
Whom now shalt ever love? Whose wilt be called?
To whom shalt kisses give? whose liplets nip?
But thou (Reader!) destiny-doomed obdure.

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2 Responses to To the Reader Recounting the Blog’s Inconstancy

  1. Chris Hubbs says:

    Words fail me.

  2. Roger says:

    As well they should in light of such…stolen and mutated lines. I think I need to change the category to “Parodies”.

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