Friday, 25 August 2017

ought but death

For as the grass by travelers
Is trodden on the ground
So Death shall tread you underfoot
And all your joys confound

All in whose Nostrils was the Breath of Life, of all that was in the dry Land, died.

Woe, grievous Woe, to all who now
In this vile World abide;
For Times await you big with Grief,
And every Ill beside.

Though now to you a plenteous Share
Of Fortune’s Gifts may fall,
Pale Death will be, or soon or late,
A Visitant to all.

Friday, 11 August 2017

kew / cactus house

  • 1. Don't put it near light, especially sunlight, it can kill them.
  • 2. Don't let it get wet with water nor give it any water to drink nor bathe it.
  • 3. No matter how much it cries or begs, NEVER feed it after midnight.