Saturday, June 01, 2013

Shakespeare, 1st June


More flowers I noted  .  .  .  .
The lily  .  .  .  .  buds of marjoram  .  .  .
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stolen of both.

Sonnet XCIX
(This is a bit of a mix-up of this sonnet, if you look at the original.)

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