thoughts in August

The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark when neither is attended, and I think the nightingale, if she should sing by day, when every goose is cackling, would be thought no better a musician than the wren. How many things by season season’d are to their right praise and true perfection!

– William ShakespeareThe Merchant of Venice

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