Venice, Rialto, and The Spotted Sheep

Still as always, as in Shakespearean plays-

How they paint the human character so faithfully.


Sensed to endure;

Big nose to book.


Pure ears high better to hear,

Same eyes open to peer over there and very near.


Tragedy and Comedy, take a look.


What’s in between and unseen is unclear.

What little such questions afford, but fear.


Hold that thought,

Let’s not get lost.


(There is so much to see on a city pier)


These are just things in a book.


All that is lost is a pound of flesh, and thought.

If blood-let stop that crook, he does not know the cost!


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