Showing posts with label William Shakespeare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William Shakespeare. Show all posts
Sonnet 130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts 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 is there 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.
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare
I think I may be in love with Shakespeare...alot of good that will do me!
5 comments Posted by Melissa at 9:19 AMVenus and Adonis
I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my dear;
Feed where thou wilt, on the mountians or in dale;
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
Yes, that Shakespeare class turned me from a girl who kind of got what he was saying to the girl who reads his words and thinks 'If only he were alive today, I'd so make that man mine!'
Happy sunday my friends!
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?
To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.
To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. -Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia!
Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare
Fear No More, I chose this poem for a very specific reason, fear is a theme often weaved through out literature, music,art,movies and our lives. Fear is gripping and cementing...holding on like the clutches of a dead man. Fear of being rejected, fear of being alone, fear of dying, fear losing-we face Fear every day. Now I have been having(and am still continuing to have) these really horrible dreams where I am...left alone...see people dying...losing my friends and loved ones...and being rejected by the killer. Last night was particularity bad, my parents died in my subconscious, not something you want to see, but I was overwhelmed this morning by this fear that somehow it came true. I never realized,until now, that fear is the driving emotion behind many of our decisions.
Fear No More.
Besides it's a lovely day for Shakespeare--Yes! I like it Shakespeare Saturday!
Who doesn't love "Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble. "- Macbeth
Fear No MoreFire burn and cauldron bubble. "- Macbeth
William Shakespeare
Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.
Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
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