Saturday, October 12, 2013

Shakespeare in Love


As an unperfect actor on the stage 

Who with his fear is put besides his part,

Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,

Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart. 

So I, for fear of trust, forget to say 

The perfect ceremony of love's rite, 

And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,

O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might. 

O, let my books be then the eloquence 

And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, 

Who plead for love and look for recompense 

More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.

   O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:  

   To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit. 

 (William Shakespeare)

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