Brian Dare (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} brian_dare) wrote,@ 2007-11-07 13:14:00 |
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| Current mood: |  inquisitive |
| Current music: | Dying to Know - Pennywise |
A quiz for you, sort of...
So, in an effort to both post more often and keep my head from exploding due to book research, I decided to post the following "quiz" for you to take, that was something fun I stumbled across in my studies. I'm curious to see how this turns out.
Posted below the cut are some poems describing personalities. What I'd like you to do is comment with -
1. The one you think fits you best, and
2. The one you think fits me best.
All comments will be screened, so your choice will be just between you and me.
At a later point, I will post code for the "answers," and some more info.
EDIT: Not everyone could read the table, so I copied the text only below the table
| A | Modest, happy, virtuous lives; They're lusty, but they love their wives. Fortune smiles, they're just and wise, Rosy faces and laughing eyes, Well-mannered and well-clothed, refined, With hound and bow they hunt the hind. In falconry they have much art, Well-mounted, they pursue the hart. Sailors and judges and men of the court, Hardworking scholars, their studies not short. If to these things they are inclined, It's _______'s children that you find. |
| B | All heavenly influence through me must go Now strong, now weak, now fast, now slow. Headstrong, heedless, and half-wild - If he won't be led, he's Luna's child. Pale round faces and brown eyes, Cruel teeth, snub-nosed, and never wise, Easily angered, but soon consoled, Short, lazy, jealous, greedy for gold. Tinkers and jugglers and students who roam, Millers, birdcatchers, those never at home, If you fish or swim or sail, As ____'s child you cannot fail. |
| C | Lightly loving, full of mirth, My children are happy here on earth. Merry when rich and merry poor, None can compare, you may be sure. Pipe and tabor, harps and lutes, They play organs, horns and flutes. With singing, and with dancing too, Embrace their lovers, kiss and woo. They rejoice to hear fair music's sound. Their mouths are darling, faces round. Beautiful bodies, parched by Lust's heat, My children find Love's duties sweet. |
| D | My children are vicious, dry and old, Envious, weary, wretched, cold. Deep eyes, hard skin, their beards are small. They're lame, misshapen, depraved withal. Traitorous, brooding, greedy, pale, They often find themselves in jail. They grub the dirt, dig graves, plow land, In foul and stinking clothes they stand. Condemned to die or live in sorrow, Sweat and strain, or trouble borrow, Always needy, never free, It's ______'s children there you see. |
| E | My children I faithfully instill With lust for beauty, greed for skill. No long journey for them too hard, Strange new knowledge is their reward. Their faces are full and pale and round, Their bodies white, their limbs unsound. Their clocks and organs are the best, Excellent scribes, they take no rest. Dextrous goldsmiths, painters good, People praise them - and they should. They are a smart, hardworking lot, When asked for help they give it not. |
| F | All my trueborn children fight, Murder, strive, and slay with might. Angry, haughty, warlike, proud, Liars, thieves, their boasts are loud. Burning, cheating, robbing, hot, Their quarrels may be just - or not. Small teeth, small beards, tall and thin, Noses sharp and hard rough skin. Butchers of men, killers of swine, Smiths and marshals, children mine. Captains, gunners, doctors good, All those who deal in fire and blood. |
| G | Noble and fortunate I am, As are all my children. Good beards, large foreheads, bodies fair, Ruddy lips, of brains their share. Happy, kindly, well-born, strong, Fond of harps, viols, and song. All morning long to God they pray, And after noon they laugh and play. They wrestle and they fence with swords, They throw great stones, and serve great lords. Manly exercises are their sports, They have good luck in princely courts. |
A -
Modest, happy, virtuous lives;
They're lusty, but they love their wives.
Fortune smiles, they're just and wise,
Rosy faces and laughing eyes,
Well-mannered and well-clothed, refined,
With hound and bow they hunt the hind.
In falconry they have much art,
Well-mounted, they pursue the hart.
Sailors and judges and men of the court,
Hardworking scholars, their studies not short.
If to these things they are inclined,
It's _______'s children that you find.
B -
All heavenly influence through me must go
Now strong, now weak, now fast, now slow.
Headstrong, heedless, and half-wild -
If he won't be led, he's Luna's child.
Pale round faces and brown eyes,
Cruel teeth, snub-nosed, and never wise,
Easily angered, but soon consoled,
Short, lazy, jealous, greedy for gold.
Tinkers and jugglers and students who roam,
Millers, birdcatchers, those never at home,
If you fish or swim or sail,
As ____'s child you cannot fail.
C -
Lightly loving, full of mirth,
My children are happy here on earth.
Merry when rich and merry poor,
None can compare, you may be sure.
Pipe and tabor, harps and lutes,
They play organs, horns and flutes.
With singing, and with dancing too,
Embrace their lovers, kiss and woo.
They rejoice to hear fair music's sound.
Their mouths are darling, faces round.
Beautiful bodies, parched by Lust's heat,
My children find Love's duties sweet.
D -
My children are vicious, dry and old,
Envious, weary, wretched, cold.
Deep eyes, hard skin, their beards are small.
They're lame, misshapen, depraved withal.
Traitorous, brooding, greedy, pale,
They often find themselves in jail.
They grub the dirt, dig graves, plow land,
In foul and stinking clothes they stand.
Condemned to die or live in sorrow,
Sweat and strain, or trouble borrow,
Always needy, never free,
It's ______'s children there you see.
E -
My children I faithfully instill
With lust for beauty, greed for skill.
No long journey for them too hard,
Strange new knowledge is their reward.
Their faces are full and pale and round,
Their bodies white, their limbs unsound.
Their clocks and organs are the best,
Excellent scribes, they take no rest.
Dextrous goldsmiths, painters good,
People praise them - and they should.
They are a smart, hardworking lot,
When asked for help they give it not.
F -
All my trueborn children fight,
Murder, strive, and slay with might.
Angry, haughty, warlike, proud,
Liars, thieves, their boasts are loud.
Burning, cheating, robbing, hot,
Their quarrels may be just - or not.
Small teeth, small beards, tall and thin,
Noses sharp and hard rough skin.
Butchers of men, killers of swine,
Smiths and marshals, children mine.
Captains, gunners, doctors good,
All those who deal in fire and blood.
G -
Noble and fortunate I am,
As are all my children.
Good beards, large foreheads, bodies fair,
Ruddy lips, of brains their share.
Happy, kindly, well-born, strong,
Fond of harps, viols, and song.
All morning long to God they pray,
And after noon they laugh and play.
They wrestle and they fence with swords,
They throw great stones, and serve great lords.
Manly exercises are their sports,
They have good luck in princely courts.
