“ Alack, alack the day!”

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  Lear .  If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.  I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester.  Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know’st, the first time that we smell the air,  We wawl and cry.  I will preach to thee; mark.  Glou .    Alack, alack the day!  Lear .  When we are born, we cry that we are come  To this great stage of fools . . .  ____________ Shakespeare, The Tragedy of King Lear. Act 4, Scene 6 (Shakespeare died April 23, 1616.)

Finished Reading “Of the Good Success Don Quixote Had, in the Dreadful and Never-Imagined Adventure of the Windmills, with Other Accidents Worthy to Be Recorded” (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra (1547–1616).  Don Quixote, Part 1, Chapter 8)

 


“Reaching for his saddlebag

He takes a rusty sword into his hand

Then striking up a knightly pose

He shouts across the ocean to the shore

Till he can shout no more”

(Gordon Lightfoot)

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