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Shakespeare's Sonnet 66:
Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
You know, as of today (17 January, 2017), the top three (American) Google auto-complete results for “Shakespeare Sonnet” are:
I predict this one will rise in the rankings over the next four years.
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
You know, as of today (17 January, 2017), the top three (American) Google auto-complete results for “Shakespeare Sonnet” are:
- 116 (Let me not to the marriage of true minds),
- 18 (Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?) and
- 130 (My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun).
I predict this one will rise in the rankings over the next four years.
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*sigh*
I actually woke up yesterday with the sentiment of that closing couplet in my head. I really don't want to live to see the end of the world (32 years ago, when Reagan was reelected, I thought the end would come from global nuclear war -- turned out to be AIDS, instead -- and now, it's global warming).
But if I check out now, there would be one less person to support my friends, who're doing their best to fight back. And that matters.
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I'm trying to maintain the two ideas in my head of, one, recognizing and not trying to deny that things are bleak as hell, and, two, behaving as if there is hope because nothing else makes sense; and I'm struggling with that, but I have good role models.
It's good to remember that friends and loved ones want us here.
I am grateful to you for sharing the poem.
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Hey, if you'll pick me up when it's awful & I need it, I'll pick you up when it's awful & you need it, mmkay?
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In this world, surviving is an act of radical rebellion.
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