Yesterday was the 400th anniversary of the publication of Shakespeare's wonderful sonnets! Since I was a young girl, I have loved Shakespeare's sonnets and at one time I made it a habit of reading at least one a day. (I think that might be a great habit to get back into, come to think of it.) So in honor of the occasion, I have posted my favorite of Mr. Shakespeare's sonnets.
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.
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