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The Antics of Worth and Gates 144/366

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Gates has been busy today. First she finished painting the porch, then she scrubbed the mosaic floor in the porch. Not content with this she took ThunderBeast to be cleaned. 

Worth was very impressed when he came home from work. He is now itching to really clean the GP, claybar it, wax and polish it. Worth and Gates seem to be falling in love with this car a little bit more each day. 

Hmm on Friday they head to York for the weekend. Which car to take? Which camera lenses to take? These are the problems Worth likes to deal with. His biggest problem though is having so much love to give to Gates and so little time to give it To His Coy Mistress.

Had we but world enough and time, 

This coyness, lady, were no crime. 

We would sit down, and think which way 

To walk, and pass our long love’s day. 

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side 

Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide 

Of Humber would complain. I would 

Love you ten years before the flood, 

And you should, if you please, refuse 

Till the conversion of the Jews. 

My vegetable love should grow 

Vaster than empires and more slow; 

An hundred years should go to praise 

Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; 

Two hundred to adore each breast, 

But thirty thousand to the rest; 

An age at least to every part, 

And the last age should show your heart. 

For, lady, you deserve this state, 

Nor would I love at lower rate. 

       But at my back I always hear 

Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; 

And yonder all before us lie 

Deserts of vast eternity. 

Thy beauty shall no more be found; 

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound 

My echoing song; then worms shall try 

That long-preserved virginity, 

And your quaint honour turn to dust, 

And into ashes all my lust; 

The grave’s a fine and private place, 

But none, I think, do there embrace. 

       Now therefore, while the youthful hue 

Sits on thy skin like morning dew, 

And while thy willing soul transpires 

At every pore with instant fires, 

Now let us sport us while we may, 

And now, like amorous birds of prey, 

Rather at once our time devour 

Than languish in his slow-chapped power. 

Let us roll all our strength and all 

Our sweetness up into one ball, 

And tear our pleasures with rough strife 

Through the iron gates of life: 

Thus, though we cannot make our sun 

Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Andrew Marvell

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Author: ibeastie

Interested in Photography, Watches, Style and Cars

One thought on “The Antics of Worth and Gates 144/366

  1. He was quite the poet…..

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