Good sir... I heard you were a poet...
I'm a little late in the day with this - but not too late yet.
It's Shakespeare's birthday today (23rd April). I thought that alone was worth a journal entry.
DUKE: And what's her history?
VIOLA: A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
Twelfth Night, 2. 4
There are better quotations to be chosen, but this seems to be on the surface of my mind at the moment...
It's Shakespeare's birthday today (23rd April). I thought that alone was worth a journal entry.
DUKE: And what's her history?
VIOLA: A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
Twelfth Night, 2. 4
There are better quotations to be chosen, but this seems to be on the surface of my mind at the moment...