Saturday, November 25, 2006

You Know Who You Are

William Shakespeare - Sonnet #29

When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

1 comment:

  1. The only thing I remember remotely connected to Shakespeare is from the old joke that goes in part:

    Between your eyes,
    your beauty lies.

    Between your thighs,
    your pussy lies.
    Snake Shit

    Pathetic huh?


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