"Intreat me not to leave thee,
or to return from following
after thee: for wither thou goest,
i will go; and where thou lodgest,
i will lodge: thy people shall be
my people, and thy God my God.
Where thou diest, will i die,
and there will i be buried:
the Lord do so to me, and more
also, if ought but death part thee
and me."
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
"Intreat me not to leave thee,
or to return from following
after thee: for wither thou goest,
i will go; and where thou lodgest,
i will lodge: thy people shall be
my people, and thy God my God.
Where thou diest, will i die,
and there will i be buried:
the Lord do so to me, and more
also, if ought but death part thee
and me."
Ruth 1:16-17 (KJV)
Lips invariable like weather,
turning aside as an unfaithful arrow
aimed at a panther,
killed instead a roe.
Vows unfulfilled, promises unkept:
seeing a snorter quit; lept
away like a thief.
Ha, gay words laden with grief!
Love inconstant ends in sorrow,
making the heart bent like a bow.
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