You want somebody you don’t have to speak to
Thursday, March 31st, 2005Whilst my physicians by their love are grown
Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie
Flat on this bed, that by them may be shown
That this is my southwest discovery,
PER FRETUM FEBRIS, by these straits to die,
I joy that in these straits I see my west;
For though their currents yield return to none,
What shall my west hurt me?
