June 15, 2003

Shakespearian Quest-ions

“

The weight of this sad time we must obey,
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most: we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

” — William Shakespeare, King Lear (V.iii.325-ff.)

OK, Bill, then what about questions? Don't ask them unless you really want to hear the answers.

                    

“ Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much. ” — Much Ado about Nothing, II.i

Is silence a prerequisite of acceptance? Shit, that’s a question...

                    

Sonnet 23

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
O’ercharged with burthen of mine own love’s might.
O! let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express’d.
O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.