Sonnet 60

Sep 23, 2005 21:30

Stolen from hoskie When you see this on your flist, quote some Shakespeare. (And from memory, because I had to learn it for a uni course)

Sonnet 60:

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end,
Each changing place with that which goes before;
In sequent toil all forwards to contend.

Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that once gave doth now his gift confound,

And yet to times of hope my verse shall stand;
Praising thy worth despite his cruel hand.

And I do hope that is the lot of it. So anyway, today was my brother's birthday, and incidentally, he also did his test for his driver's license, which he passed. It's rather brilliant, as now I have a taxi driver. Mwhaha. Er yes, so anyway.

asseta, I have some (if kinda dodgy, because he seems incapable of having a normal photograph taken) photos of Bob to show ye, if you'd like to see them. In any case, let me know, but it really should be noted that he does wear a shirt far more often than the pictures indicate, and looks a fair bit more ...normal and sane, also.

note to tessa, bob, shakespeare, sonnet 60

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