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Shakespeare—Like As the Waves

By Scott Horton

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Isaac Oliver, Unknown Lady in a Masque Gown (ca. 1610)

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,

So do our minutes hasten to their end,

Each changing place with that which goes before

In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

Nativity, once in the main of light,

Crawls to maturity, wherewith, being crowned,

Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight

And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound.

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,

And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,

Feeds on the rarities of natures truth,

And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow;

And yet, to times, in hope, my verse shall stand,

Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

William Shakespeare, Sonnet No. 60 (remembering the Bard on his 444th birthday)

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December 2009

THE GENERAL ELECTRIC SUPERFRAUD
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THE MASTER OF SPIN BOLDAK
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By Matthieu Aikins

MERMAID FEVER
A story by Steven Millhauser

UNDERSTANDING OBAMACARE
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