Sunday, July 25, 2010

Wooster to Cleveland, Ohio, 68 miles

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  1. EPILOGUE
    SPOKEN BY PROSPERO

    With the help of your good hands:
    Gentle breath of yours my sails
    Must fill, or else my project fails,
    Which was to please. Now I want
    Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
    And my ending is despair,
    Unless I be relieved by prayer,
    Which pierces so that it assaults
    Mercy itself and frees all faults.
    As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
    Let your indulgence set me free.

    The Winters Tale.

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