Mower

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A great mower engine like Relco or a money management, you know, banking system like Relay, obviously equipment, right? Mowers and whatever other types of equipment you're using in your business, those are tools, right? But a lot of guys focus on, a lot of guys and girls focus on the tool set first.

Am I wrong? No.

Is that right? Like, so you focus on the tool set, but if you don't have the right mindset, You can't acquire the right skill set to use even if you have the right tool set.

But most procure that violets may a longer age endure.' But, O young beauty of the woods! Whom Nature courts with fruit and flowers; Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

Lest Flora, angry at thy crime To kill her infants in their prime Should quickly make th' example yours And ere we see Nip in the blossom all our hopes and thee Young Love Note: The Lady Mary Fairfax was twelve years of age when Marvell was appointed as her tutor Come little infant love me now While thine unsuspected years Clear thine aged father’s brow From cold jealousy and fears Pretty surely were to see By young love old time beguiled While our sportings are as free As the nurse’s with the child Common beauties stay fifteen [Note: Wait until 15] Such as yours should swifter move Whose fair blossoms are too green Yet for lust but not for love Love as much the snowy lamb Or the wanton kid despise As the lusty bull or ram For his morning sacrifice Now then love me Time may take Thee before thy time away Of this need will virtue make And learn love before we may So we win of doubtful fate And if good she to us meant We that good shall antedate Or if ill That ill prevent Thus as kingdoms frustrating Other titles to their crown In the cradle crown their king So all foreign claims to drown So to make all rivals vain Now I crown thee with my love Crown me with thy love again And we both shall monarchs prove The Mower Against Gardens Luxurious man to bring His vice in use Did after him the world seduce And from the fields the flowers and plants allure Where nature was most plain and pure He first enclosed within the garden square A dead and standing pool of air And a more luscious earth for them did knead Which stupefied them while it fed The pink grew then as double as his mind The nutriment did change the kind With strange perfumes he did the roses taint And flowers themselves were taught to paint The tulip quite did for complexion seek And learned to interline its cheek Its onion root they then so high did hold That one Was for a meadow sold Another world was searched through oceans new To find the marvel of Peru And yet these rarities might be allowed To man (that sovereign thing and proud) Had he not dealt between the bark and tree Forbidden mixtures there to see No plant now knew the stock from which it came He grafts upon the wild the tame That the uncertain and adulterate fruit Might put the palate in dispute His green seraglio has its eunuchs too Lest any tyrant him outdo And in the cherry he does nature vex To procreate without a sex 'Tis all enforced, the fountain and the grot While the sweet fields do lie forgot Where willing nature does to all dispense A wild and fragrant innocence And fauns and fairies do the meadows till More by their presence than their skill Their statues polished by some ancient hand May to adorn the gardens stand But how swear the figures to excel The gods themselves with us to dwell Damon the Mower Hark how the mower Damon sung With love of Juliana stung While everything did seem to paint The scene more fit for his complaint Like her fair eyes the day was fair But scorching like his amorous care Sharp like his scythe his sorrow was And withered like his hopes the grass Oh what unusual heats are here Which thus our sun-burned meadows sear? The grasshopper its pipe gives o'er And hamstringèd frogs can dance no more But in the brook the green frog wades And grasshoppers Seek out the shades Only the snake that kept within Now glitters in its second skin This heat the sun could never raise Nor dogstar so inflame the days It from an higher beauty growth Which burns the fields and mower both Which made the dog[Note: The Dog Star] And makes the sun Hotter than his own Phaeton Not July causeth these extremes But Juliana's Scorching beams Tell me where I may pass the fires Of the hot day Or hot desires ?To what cool cave Shall I descend Or to what gelid Fountain bend Alas !I look for ease in vain When remedies themselves complain No moisture but My tears do rest No cold but in Her icy breast How long wilt thou Fair Shepherdess Esteem Me and my presents less ?To thee The harmless snake I bring Disarmed of its teeth and sting ; To thee Chameleons changing hue ,And oak leaves Tipped with honey dew :Yet thou Ungrateful Hast not sought nor What they areNor who Them brought I am the mower Damon Known thro' All the meadows I have mown On me the mornHer dew distils Before her darling daffodils And If at noonMy toil me heatThe Sun himself Licks off my sweatWhile going homeThe evening sweetIn cowslip water bathes my feet What though the piping shepherd stock The plains with an unnumbered flock, This scythe of mine discovers wide More ground than all his sheep do hide.

With this the golden fleece I shear Of all these closes every year, And, though in wool more poor than they, Yet am I richer far in hay.

Nor am I so deformed a sight If in my scythe I look at right In which I see my picture done As in a crescent moon the sun.