Howard is a doctor, marathon runner and author. He has written two non-fiction books, My Father’s Compass (2007) and Raft (2009). Carrots and Jaffas (2014) is his first novel. His latest novel is A Threefold Cord (Hybrid, 2107)
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse
Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:
Make some sweet phial; treasure thou some place
With beauty’s treasure, ere it be self-kill’d.
WS
The rest is probably not appropriate. I can take any amount of the bard you care to spread around, but I hope you are revelling in the poetry and not beating yourself up about anything.
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Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:
Make some sweet phial; treasure thou some place
With beauty’s treasure, ere it be self-kill’d.
WS
The rest is probably not appropriate. I can take any amount of the bard you care to spread around, but I hope you are revelling in the poetry and not beating yourself up about anything.
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What’supdoc???
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Kind of you, dear bardlet
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Hope you are hale and well.
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The body is ok, the spirit otherwise
Good of you to enquire, gooster man
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