From his brimstone bed, at break of day,
A walking the Devil is gone,
To look at his little snug farm of the world,
And see how his stock went on.
Robert Southey & Samuel T. Coleridge,
The Devil's Walk
King of the Birds, Lord of the Skies
Gather ye rose buds while ye may, old time is still a flying;
and this same rose that you see today, tomorrow will be dying.
CarpeDiem: Seize the Day!
- Dead Poets Society
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