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Salus Populi Est Suprema Lex

Salus Populi Est Suprema Lex

November 25, 2025 — Voices of The Law — By: Jarida Recommends
By Sir Philip Sidney

Sonnet 1

November 23, 2025 — Poem Of The Day — By: Jarida Recommends
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” – Oscar Wilde

Be yourself

November 23, 2025 — Quote of the Day — By: Jarida Recommends
Do the best you can until you know better

Do the best you can until you know better

November 22, 2025 — Quote of the Day — By: Jarida Recommends
She Walks in Beauty

She Walks in Beauty

November 22, 2025 — Poem Of The Day — By: Jarida Recommends
I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine. And into my garden stole, When the night had veild the pole; In the morning glad I see; My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

A Poison Tree

November 21, 2025 — Poem Of The Day — By: Jarida Recommends
You cannot do kindness too soon

You cannot do kindness too soon

November 21, 2025 — Quote of the Day — By: Jarida Recommends
Wise sayings often fall on barren ground

Wise sayings often fall on barren ground

November 20, 2025 — Quote of the Day — By: Jarida Recommends
Hope” is the thing with feathers

Hope” is the thing with feathers

November 20, 2025 — Poem Of The Day — By: Jarida Recommends
A man who dares to waste one hour

A man who dares to waste one hour

November 19, 2025 — Quote of the Day — By: Jarida Recommends
“The personal is political.” — Carol Hanisch

The personal is political

November 18, 2025 — Quote of the Day — By: Jarida Recommends
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round; And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail: And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean; And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight ’twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Kubla Khan

November 18, 2025 — Poem Of The Day — By: Jarida Recommends
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