23 Apr 2010


Today is Shakespeare's birthday, and I raise my glass to him! He had knew all about how it feels to be a Stampin' Up! Demo:

"To business that we love we rise betime, And go to’t with delight."

Methinks he knows of which he speaketh - What say thou?

In closing:

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. 

Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare

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