Het is weekend. Via vrijdag.

Bring me my helmet and spear; bring my old armor
Rusty as gold –
I will have one tilt with a last arrogant giant
Before I am old.

Scuttle about, little millers; look to your windmills,
Look to your laughter!
I often fail to distinguish between two evils
Till a long time after.
Prettig weekend. En be nice.