| Quote of the moment |
| And I was yong and ful of ragerye, Stibourne and strong and joly as a pie: How coude I daunce to an harpe smale, And singe, ywis, as any nightingale, Whan I hadde dronke a draughte of sweete win. |
| ~ Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?-1400), British poet. ~ |
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