Sunday, May 17

Sonnet 94

Another Shakespearian sonnet, sonnet 94, for this week! Hope there is something for you in it.


They that have power to hurt and will do none,

That do not do the thing they most do show,

Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,

Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;

They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces

And husband nature’s riches from expense;

They are the lords and owners of their faces,

Others but stewards of their excellence.

The summer’s flower is to the summer sweet,

Though to itself if only live and die,

But if that flower with base infection meet,

The basest weed outbraves his dignity:

For sweetest things turns sourest by their deeds;

Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds

Saturday, May 16

Just a little thing for you!

“…Whenever a new god rises to power, it is the job of those who worship him to provide evidence that he has always existed”
(A Voice From The Attic, 1st Ed.193).