Alas! so all things now do hold their peace.
Heaven and earth disturbed in no thing
The beasts, the air, the birds their song do cease,
The nightes chare the stars doth bring.
Calm is the sea, the waves work less and less;

So am not I, whom love, alas, doth wring,
Bringing before my face the great increase
Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing,
In joy and woe, as in a doubtful ease.
For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring,
But by and by the cause of my disease
Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting,
When that I think what grief it is again
To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.

Henry Howard Earl of Surrey (1517-1547)

oder ....

10 AM - Power with Glory
5 PM - Depression

from Silverchair - Neon Ballroom