I loved this line from Venus and Adonis. Anyway, this here is my favorite sonnets of all sonnets; Sonnet 22. I would love to have someone say to me, ” Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary; as tender nurse her babe from faring ill.’ I love that line. Anyway, enjoy and next month we’ll have someone else.
F. M. Laster
“I only like two kinds of men, domestic and imported.” -Mae West
My glass shall not persuade me I am old
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time’s furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me.
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will,
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;
Thou gav’st me thine not to give back again.