Erotic Fridays: The End of Shakespeare

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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

Sonnet 22

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.

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