Tuesday, June 24, 2008

A prefect poem on "unconditional love"...

As I was working in my Shakespeare Garden, I was reading many of the quotes listed by the plants and I was reminded of my favorite Sonnet, 116. Enjoy...

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)


Pearson said...

The Bard once wrote to me the following thought:
"When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools."

Bruce of Bromley

Bonnie said...

OK, Bruce is too funny!!