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Friends and Flatterers by William Shakespeare Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king;' If he be addict to vice, Quickly him they will entice; If to women he be bent, They have at commandement: But if Fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown They that fawn'd on him before Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep; Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe. William Shakespeare William Shakespeare was an English playw...
Tissa Ananda Abeysekara (7 th May 1939 – 18 April 2009) He was a Sri Lankan actor, writer, director, screen play writer, film maker and political activist. His book Bringing Tony Home won the Gratian prize for the new creative writing in English. He was awarded the honorable award of SAARC literary award. He was born in Maharagama a rail road town of southeast of Colombo. He grew up in Havelock town Colombo. Due to poor health Tissa did not attend school until 11 years old. Private classes were conducted to him and he had formal education at Dharampala Vidyalaya in Pannipitiya. He completed his education. He was married to Asanka Monarvilla and they have one Svetlana and one son Dimitra. He died on 18tth April 2009, at Colombo National Hospital after having been admitted for a heart condition. Tissa began his career as a short –story writer writing in Sinhala and published some short stories in the Dinamina and Janatha national newspapers. He was chairman of the National f...
Going for water The well was dry beside the door And so went with pail and can, Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran; Not loath to have excuse to go, Because the Autumn eve was fair Though chill because the fields were ours, And by the brook our woods were there, We ran as if to meet the moon That slowly dawned behind the trees, The barren boughs without the leaves, Without the birds, without the breeze, But once within the wood, we paused Like gnomes that hid us from the moon, Ready to run to hiding new With laughter when she found us soon. Each laid on other a staying hand To listen ere we dared to look, And in the hush we joined to make We heard, we knew we heard the brook A note as from a single place, A slender tinkling fall that made Now drops that floated on the pool Like pearls and now a silver blade Robert Frost Robert Frost...
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