Mary Catelli's Erraticly Updated and Exceedingly Ill-Organized Journal

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord;
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Let us break bread together on our knees,
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The Angel Gabriel from heaven came,
his wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame;
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Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
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Let us break bread together on our knees,
Let us break bread together on our knees.
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May the Strength of God guide us.
May the Power of God preserve us.
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Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage
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At the Lamb's high feast we sing
praise to our victorious King,
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May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.