FAO: Everyone (including Rids)

[Meadmaker]

Just a quick note to let you all know that the MeadeFleet will be shutting down shortly, as we're all about to head off on vacation!

Oh, the delights of Scotland! :D

Whisky, more whisky, even more whisky....:D

[Ragnarog]

Leave the fleet running, you know there will be no problems :D

:roflmao:

Have a great vacation Meady :D

Rag

[Meadmaker]

Leave the Fleet running?

You honestly think it'll autoupdate on Monday without any problems??? :rolleyes:

I'll let you all know when we get back. I hope to sample ten different whiskies for each day! :gulp: (hic.)

[Rids]

Now don't you go getting sozzled there young meady, you'll give the young folks of bonny scotland the wrong idea about the folks living south of their border because it's a well known fact that the scots are tee totallers. :roflmao:

[dnar]

[nod]

[wyles]

[grin]

[Rids]

[fart]

[Chelle]

Have a great time Meady!!!

(Rids, that was rude! :eek: )

[Rids]

Sorry, had chilli for supper :blush:

[wyles]

:rofl:

[Squeaky]

[sings along to The Strokes]

(what???? I just didnt feel like barfing ok :()

[Squeaky]

[watches logo go all swirly...]

[Jules]

[tries to figure out Squeaks new location]

[Squeaky]

The Passion of Love

This craving 'tis that's Venus unto us:
From this, engender all the lures of love,
From this, O first hath into human hearts
Trickled that drop of joyance which ere long
Is by chill care succeeded. Since, indeed,
Though she thou lovest now be far away,
Yet idol-images of her are near
And the sweet name is floating in thy ear.
But it behooves to flee those images;
And scare afar whatever feeds thy love;
And turn elsewhere thy mind; and vent the sperm,
Within thee gathered, into sundry bodies,
Nor, with thy thoughts still busied with one love,
Keep it for one delight, and so store up
Care for thyself and pain inevitable.
For, lo, the ulcer just by nourishing
Grows to more life with deep inveteracy,
And day by day the fury swells aflame,
And the woe waxes heavier day by day-
Unless thou dost destroy even by new blows
The former wounds of love, and curest them
While yet they're fresh, by wandering freely round
After the freely-wandering Venus, or
Canst lead elsewhere the tumults of thy mind.
Nor doth that man who keeps away from love
Yet lack the fruits of Venus; rather takes
Those pleasures which are free of penalties.
For the delights of Venus, verily,
Are more unmixed for mortals sane-of-soul
Than for those sick-at-heart with love-pining.
Yea, in the very moment of possessing,
Surges the heat of lovers to and fro,
Restive, uncertain; and they cannot fix
On what to first enjoy with eyes and hands.
The parts they sought for, those they squeeze so tight,
And pain the creature's body, close their teeth
Often against her lips, and smite with kiss
Mouth into mouth,- because this same delight
Is not unmixed; and underneath are stings
Which goad a man to hurt the very thing,
Whate'er it be, from whence arise for him
Those germs of madness. But with gentle touch
Venus subdues the pangs in midst of love,
And the admixture of a fondling joy
Doth curb the bites of passion. For they hope
That by the very body whence they caught
The heats of love their flames can be put out.
But Nature protests 'tis all quite otherwise;
For this same love it is the one sole thing
Of which, the more we have, the fiercer burns
The breast with fell desire. For food and drink
Are taken within our members; and, since they
Can stop up certain parts, thus, easily
Desire of water is glutted and of bread.
But, lo, from human face and lovely bloom
Naught penetrates our frame to be enjoyed
Save flimsy idol-images and vain-
A sorry hope which oft the winds disperse.
As when the thirsty man in slumber seeks
To drink, and water ne'er is granted him
Wherewith to quench the heat within his members,
But after idols of the liquids strives
And toils in vain, and thirsts even whilst he gulps
In middle of the torrent, thus in love
Venus deludes with idol-images
The lovers. Nor they cannot sate their lust
By merely gazing on the bodies, nor
They cannot with their palms and fingers rub
Aught from each tender limb, the while they stray
Uncertain over all the body. Then,
At last, with members intertwined, when they
Enjoy the flower of their age, when now
Their bodies have sweet presage of keen joys,
And Venus is about to sow the fields
Of woman, greedily their frames they lock,
And mingle the slaver of their mouths, and breathe
Into each other, pressing teeth on mouths-
Yet to no purpose, since they're powerless
To rub off aught, or penetrate and pass
With body entire into body- for oft
They seem to strive and struggle thus to do;
So eagerly they cling in Venus' bonds,
Whilst melt away their members, overcome
By violence of delight. But when at last
Lust, gathered in the thews, hath spent itself,
There come a brief pause in the raging heat-
But then a madness just the same returns
And that old fury visits them again,
When once again they seek and crave to reach
They know not what, all powerless to find
The artifice to subjugate the bane.
In such uncertain state they waste away
With unseen wound.
To which be added too,
They squander powers and with the travail wane;
Be added too, they spend their futile years
Under another's beck and call; their duties
Neglected languish and their honest name
Reeleth sick, sick; and meantime their estates
Are lost in Babylonian tapestries;
And unguents and dainty Sicyonian shoes
Laugh on their feet; and (as ye may be sure)
Big emeralds of green light are set in gold;
And rich sea-purple dress by constant wear
Grows shabby and all soaked with Venus' sweat;
And the well-earned ancestral property
Becometh head-bands, coifs, and many a time
The cloaks, or garments Alidensian
Or of the Cean isle. And banquets, set
With rarest cloth and viands, are prepared

[Squeaky]

I should have added [ ]

;)

[Jules]

[:)]

[Squeaky]

you realise, Rids will go BONKERS about seeing any kind of poetry on HIS board ;)

[Jules]

Yes, but I have soooo missed it!

[Squeaky]

and he would not deny you anything :D

[Jules]

The advantage of being an :angel:

[Rids]

That's a bigun! :eek:

[Jules]

Originally posted by Rids
That's a bigun! :eek:

:D That's what *I* said... :newangel:

[Rids]

I do hope you're not being rude :blush:

[Jules]

WHAT? ME? RUDE???

You have to know me better than that by now :halo:

[Squeaky]

he does, you were.

It's a fair cop, now we have another reason to call me squeaks :D

[Jules]

And what would that be???

[Rids]

You got the name because you "squeak" when you walk, due to your bu#####mmmmmnnnnnffffffff GERROFF WILL YA!!! :jedi:

[Squeaky]

LMAO... you having some trouble there Rids ;)

you talkin to me..you talkin to me :D

I think not baby puppy :) (get 'im Jules)

[Rids]

I will NOT be silencmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnfffffff!!! :eek:

[Jules]

Rids..where's your biscuit?

[Rids]

You mean the escapologist digestive? :D