varnished furniture,
books and manuscripts.
A stunning woman appears, smiles, fades,
beckons seductively, disappears.
Henley Street
March 5, 1615
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esterday it snowed, and during the afternoon I fell asleep and dreamed I saw King Henry and Shallow crossing the fields beyond my windows.
“O God, that one might read the book of fate,” I heard King Henry say, as I followed, hidden from view. “I wish to see the revolution of the times make mountains level, and the continents, weary of solid firmness, melt itself into the sea and, other times, to see the beach girdle the ocean...”
“There is a history in all men’s lives, figuring the nature of the times deceased...”