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Sonnet 66.

Tired 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 gilded honour shamefully misplac’d,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac’d,
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:
Tir’d with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o’ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O! how shall summer’s honey breath hold out,
Against the wrackful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O! none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

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Theaterregisseur Peter Brook ist tot | DW | 03.07.2022

Sein Ruf als Theatermacher war legendär, er inszenierte Shakespeare ebenso wie zeitgenössische Autoren und prägte das europäische Theater maßgeblich. Jetzt starb Peter Brook mit 97 Jahren in Paris.#PeterBrook #Shakespeare #Theater
Theaterregisseur Peter Brook ist tot | DW | 03.07.2022

Theaterregisseur Peter Brook ist tot | DW | 03.07.2022

Sein Ruf als Theatermacher war legendär, er inszenierte Shakespeare ebenso wie zeitgenössische Autoren und prägte das europäische Theater maßgeblich. Jetzt starb Peter Brook mit 97 Jahren in Paris.

“Puck is a character in Shakespeare’s ‘A Midsummer Night's Dream.’ Based on Puck of English mythology and Púca of Celtic mythology, Puck is a mischievous fairy or jester. He delights in pranks such as replacing Bottom’s head with that of an ass.” 🎵🎶📖👍😁 #Music #Piano #Classical #Debussy #Shakespeare https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1-Dk9Jd0bA

Infinite monkees typing Shakespeare.
https://twitter.com/adrianbliss/status/1538241273148080130

#humor #humour #funny #shakespeare #monkey #Apes #typing

Shakespeare. Sonnet LXIV

When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defac’d
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz’d,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

https://youtu.be/a09z3zSaD5Q

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Shakespeare Sonnet LXIII

Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time’s injurious hand crush’d and o’erworn;
When hours have drain’d his blood and fill’d his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell’d on to age’s steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he’s king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age’s cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love’s beauty, though my lover’s life:
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.

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Pay rise?

#cartoon by #Shakespeare

###sonnet LXII Shakespeare

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chopp’d with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
‘Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.

#Shakespeare

Elizabeth Shippen Green, #illustration for Tales from #Shakespeare, Charles and Mary Lamb, 1922
Same for the RedRose girls of #Philly…. #art #anew #glasswings #collection

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Sonnet LXI

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send’st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenor of thy jealousy?
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake:
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all too near.

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#happiness

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Sonnet LX

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

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Trolls

#cartoon by #Shakespeare

Don't use violence...

#cartoon by #Shakespeare

Into Shakespeare Garden (in the Shadow of Belvedere Castle)

A few images from November in Central Park - these from Shakespeare's garden, flowers and "Stairway to Shakespeare".

"What's in a name?
That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
  - Romeo and Juliet, ii, 2

More NYC photography "here" ( #fenfotos ) and in my huge collection from vintage to now @ http://www.fenichel.com/NYNY.shtml

#myphotos #CentralPark #NYC #NewYork #autumn #flowers #garden #Shakespeare #BelvedereCastle

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Sonnet: LlX

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil’d,
Which labouring for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child.
Oh that record could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in character was done,
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composed wonder of your frame;
Whether we are mended, or where better they,
Or whether revolution be the same.
Oh sure I am the wits of former days,
To subjects worse have given admiring praise.

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Shakespeare. Sonnet: LVlll

That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
O! let me suffer, being at your beck,
The imprison’d absence of your liberty;
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilege your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.

#Shakespeare

Profit-minded

#cartoon by John #Shakespeare

With so many churlish, sheep-biting people irritating us these days, thought it was time to bring out “Insult Like Shakespeare.”

#shakespeare #insults #humor