• Shakespeare

    Sunday, May 29, 2011

    Naturally we found our selves walking the ancient literary pilgrimage to Shakespeare’s home.

    Humbly in awe of the history we were experiencing.

    Loving the aged details.

    Enjoying alighted interest ~ deepening enjoyment ~ growing understanding of this worlds great story teller.

    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.

    Sonnet 116 ~ William Shakespeare