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HIS chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by rule, All his twenties crammed with toil; "i{What then?' sang Plato's ghost. "What then?"} Everything he wrote was read, After certain years he won Sufficient money for his need, Friends that have been friends indeed; "i{What then?' sang Plato's ghost. " What then?'} All his happier dreams came true -- A small old house, wife, daughter, son, Grounds where plum and cabbage grew, poets and Wits about him drew; "i{What then.?' sang Plato's ghost. "What then?'} The work is done,' grown old he thought, "According to my boyish plan; Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught, Something to perfection brought'; i{But louder sang that ghost, "What then?'} Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |