Sonnet 116--Reprise:
Let them not to the marriage of old maids
Rain down sentiments. Love's still quite love
Which alters with the feeble minds--
It bends with the reprover to reprove:
Oh yes, it is an ever-fixed rule
That looks on singles and is ever shaken.
That views old teachers in the school
And winks at liberties half-taken.
Love is Time's fool, when withered lips and cheeks
Within his virgin circle's compass come:
Love alters much o'er hours and weeks
And fadeth out to the edge of doom.
If this be the truth, and my mind is prov'd,
I am a wit that no man ever lov'd.
4 comments:
Rachel, I really liked this. It was funny but kind of sad at the same time...
My entry for the contest is in the works! This is so exciting!
This is immensely diverting to be sure! I just found your blog through Penslayer and now have become quite enthralled. I am looking forward to the 'Heigh-ho' unconventional blog party!
By George she's got it!
Thank you girls! :) The original is such a beautiful piece I felt like a criminal for botching it in such a way, but I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
@Colleen, I'm so glad to meet you! :) I hope the blog party is as fun as I'm planning on it to be! :)
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