Thursday, August 18, 2005

..more..

Sonnet 116
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.

dunno how i skimmed over and didnt see this one.. on Keira's advice looked it up. really really like this writing.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

aw wot can i say?! i know it al, always right.jus kiddin. is amazin tho that sonnet. was performin shakespeare a cupl of weeks ago, wish ud bin able 2 c it, it was clas man, reali gd fun.hows things? xxx

Unknown said...

know and love this one:)