“Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad, mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.” – William Shakespeare, “Sonnet CXL”
Month: January 2025
“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; coral is far more red than her lips’ red; if snow be white, why then her breast are dun; if hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, but no such roses see I in her cheeks; and in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak,—yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go,—my mistress when she walks, treads on the ground; and yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare.” – William Shakespeare, “Sonnet CXXX”
“Those lines that I before have writ, do lie; even those that said I could not love you dearer; yet then my judgment knew no reason why my most full flame should afterwards burn clearer. But reckoning time, whose million’d accidents creep in ‘twixt vows, and change decrees of kings, tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp’st intents, divert strong minds to the course of altering things; alas! why, fearing Time’s tyranny, might I not then say, ‘Now I love you best,’ when I was certain o’er incertainty, crowning the present, doubting of the rest? Love is a babe; then might I not say so, to give full growth to that which still doth grow?” – William Shakespeare, “Sonnet CV”