Thursday, May 25, 2006

And now, Shakespeare

This is an oft-quoted sonnet, very could even be useful in describing love between friends.


Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments.
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.


At 6:44 AM, Blogger BonBon said...

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things!

True love is a wonderful, secure thing.

At 10:57 AM, Blogger Stevie ~ mono no aware said...

Thats one of my favorite sonnets--I think its 116


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