As the raven may be too scarey for Huon and he's worrying about the olive harvest I'll tell him a non-scary story just in time for bed.
So are you snuggled in?, got teddy? Then we'll begin...
Pandora's Box
A poem by Paul Perro
According to old Greek legends
There once was a time when
There were no women in the world,
There were only men.
That is, until the mighty Zeus
Went to see Hephaestus one day,
And ordered him to make
A woman out of clay.
They named the woman Pandora
And breathed her full of life,
Then gave her to a young man named
Epimetheus, as his wife.
But Zeus was not really being nice,
He had a wicked plan.
His enemy Prometheus
Was the brother of the young man.
Zeus gave them a box with a key,
Then he sternly decreed
That they must never look inside.
The young couple agreed.
Now Zeus thought Epimetheus,
Despite this conversation,
Would be unable to withstand
The terrible temptation.
In fact it was Pandora who
Gave in to curiosity.
She quietly crept, as her husband slept,
And from him, took the key.
The box held many nasty things,
Unknown to Pandora,
And all of them could fly, which she
Discovered to her horror.
She unlocked and opened the box
And the first to escape was rage,
Followed by pain, then jealousy,
Disappointment, greed and old age.
Out flew measles, mumps, rubella,
Bubonic plague, chicken pox,
Leprosy, hepatitis B,
All escaped from Pandora's box.
Pandora was shocked and appalled,
What on earth had she done?
Soon all of the things had escaped,
...all, that is, except one.
As she peered into the box,
She slowly became aware,
A little thing called "hope"
Was still trapped in there.Pandora sighed and let it go.
She knew, if there was hope,
Then no matter what else happened,
The human race could cope.
The word "box" is a mistranslation - in the original Greek, Pandora was actually given a large storage jar, not a box. However, today, almost everybody refers to Pandora's box, not Pandora's jar.
So night night all.
And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once
more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger;
PUCK
Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate's team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic: not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Good night.