Ethics for Everyman

Throwing a bomb is bad, Dropping a bomb is good; Terror, no need to add, Depends on who's wearing the hood. Kangaroo courts are wrong. Specialist courts are right; Discipline by the strong Is fair if your collar is white. Company profit 'soars', Wages, of course 'explode'; Profits deserve applause, Pay claims, the criminal code. Daily the Church declares Betting shops are a curse; Gambling with stocks and shares Enlarges the national purse. Workers are absentees, Businessmen relax, Different as chalk and cheese; Social morality Has a duality- One for each side of the tracks.

Sonnets from the Portuguese 43

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seem to love
With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Note: The innocence that prevailed during her time seems to be now lost. I cannot see anyone repeating these words today. But wouldn't it be great to hear someone do?