WHAT if I say I shall not wait?
What if I burst the fleshly gate
And pass, escaped, to thee?
What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurt me, that ’s enough,
And wade in liberty?
They cannot take us any more,
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning now, to me,
As laughter was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a travelling show,
Or who died yesterday!
Lol... I concede defeat to my superior. I cannot compete. I dropped out of high school, and thought at the time english was the stupidest thing I could have invested my time into. Now ancient languages and the subtle nuances of the french lanaguage and it's position as a political superior and standardized language among diplomats is something I could only wish to understand in full.