Archive for August 2nd, 2003

Poor Thomas Nashe. He is credited with one of the most famous lines in English poetry, and he never wrote it. From Summer’s Last Will and Testament Adieu, farewell earth’s bliss, This world uncertain is; Fond are life’s lustful joys, Death proves them all but toys, None from his darts can fly. I am sick, […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted August 2, 2003 @ 12:32 PM | Language,Poetry