Shakespeare
I know I haven't been here in a while, school craziness, which has died down, it's amazing, I've never had everything but finals done before December before. There's always at least two research papers to begin at this time, but no, I'm done, and I can't believe it I have free time... So I read Shakespeare's sonnets... for fun. And came across this one which made me think of Gen and Irene and therefore happy:
Sonnet 150
O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
With insufficiency my heart to sway,
To make me give the lie to my true sight
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is much strength and warrantise of skill
That in my mind thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O, though I love what others do abhore,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
If thy unworthiness rais'd love in me,
More worthy I to be beloved of thee.
Sonnet 150
O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
With insufficiency my heart to sway,
To make me give the lie to my true sight
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is much strength and warrantise of skill
That in my mind thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O, though I love what others do abhore,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
If thy unworthiness rais'd love in me,
More worthy I to be beloved of thee.