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Poem for Monday and Virginia Renfaire

Psalm 58
By Mary Sidney Herbert

And call ye this to utter what is just,
    You that of justice hold the sovereign throne?
And call ye this to yield, O sons of dust,
    To wronged brethren every man his own?
O no: it is your long malicious will
    Now to the world to make by practice known,
With whose oppression you the balance fill,
    Just to yourselves, indifferent else to none.

But what could they, who even in birth declined,
    From truth and right to lies and injuries?
To show the venom of their cancered mind
    The adder's image scarcely can suffice;
Nay scarce the aspic may with them contend,
    On whom the charmer all in vain applies
His skilful'st spells: ay missing of his end,
While she self-deaf and unaffected lies.

Lord, crack their teeth; Lord, crush these lions' jaws,
    So let them sink as water in the sand.
When deadly bow their aiming fury draws,
    Shiver the shaft ere past the shooter's hand.
So make them melt as the dis-housed snail
    Or as the embryo, whose vital band
Breaks ere it holds, and formless eyes do fail
    To see the sun, though brought to lightful land.

O let their brood, a brood of springing thorns,
    Be by untimely rooting overthrown,
Ere bushes waxed they push with pricking horns,
    As fruits yet green are oft by tempest blown.
The good with gladness this revenge shall see,
    And bathe his feet in blood of wicked one;
While all shall say: the just rewarded be;
    There is a God that carves to each his own.


On Sunday Paul and I got up, got dressed, and drove a couple of hours to the Virginia Renaissance Faire, where we met Cheryl and saw a joust, rescued greyhound racing, alpacas, the Queen, the Rogues, the Nickel Shakespeare Girls, a labyrinth, a pirate ship, crepes, chocolate covered cheesecake on a stick, and lots of clothes, jewelry, art, and Tarot cards!


We stopped at the Lake Anna Winery shop on the way out, then drove to Stafford and had Mexican food at Carlos O'Kelly's before Cheryl headed south and we headed north, arriving home too late for the Once Upon a Time season finale, so instead we watched the Smithsonian Channel special on the Queen at 90 and Million Dollar American Princesses.

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