by John Donne

I HAVE done one braver thing

      Than all the Worthies did ; 

And yet a braver thence doth spring, 

      Which is, to keep that hid.

It were but madness now to impart 

      The skill of specular stone, 

When he, which can have learn’d the art 

      To cut it, can find none.

So, if I now should utter this, 

      Others—because no more 

Such stuff to work upon, there is—

      Would love but as before.

But he who loveliness within 

      Hath found, all outward loathes, 

For he who color loves, and skin, 

      Loves but their oldest clothes.

If, as I have, you also do 

      Virtue in woman see,

And dare love that, and say so too, 

      And forget the He and She ;

And if this love, though placèd so, 

      From profane men you hide, 

Which will no faith on this bestow, 

      Or, if they do, deride ;

Then you have done a braver thing 

      Than all the Worthies did ; 

And a braver thence will spring, 

      Which is, to keep that hid.

Sometimes a man’s got to go to the moon. Sometimes he’s just got to go. But how do you go in a spacesuit? Built-in plumbing. Like our forefathers used to enjoy.

Just when did universal sanitation come into existence? Back in the stone age? In the renaissance? During the industrial revolution? At the dawn of the information age? Yes, now we have all the information at our fingertips. Hence, universal sanitation.

They say that our foremothers knew this long ago, but because the moon was in the sixth house, and the mouse took the cheese, the farmer stands alone.