something this foggy day, a something which /
is neither of this fog nor of today ...
(Christina Rossetti -
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Shakespeare, 17th August
There be some sports are painful, and their labour
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task
Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead
And makes my labours pleasures.