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-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring 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.
(W. Shakespeare ~ Sonnet 116)
Ex-RAF flyboy introduced me to the Bard early on in our married life (long, long ago...) as it seemed to him French and Russian authors were too often the only offering in my younger years.
I quickly took to Twelfth Night* but whilst I found the Sonnets winsome, I struggled with his other plays. Something lost in the translation perhaps?
Did you know the first public performance of Twelfth Night was on 2 February 1602?
Sonnet 116 remains a favourite, most so at this time of the year with a celebration of Love coming up...
So what are your plans for Valentine's Day 2014?
* Favourite phrase: "If music be the food of love, play on;"
* Favourite character: Fester the clown (never better performed than by Ben Kingsley!)
Wishing everyone a great weekend,