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Friday, 20 March 2009

What is the world coming to? Shakespeare's thoughts.

When I looked at the headlines in a church paper this morning, they depressed me so much that I was reminded of this Shakespeare sonnet, which says, in effect, that the world has so much wrong with it that the poet would rather die - but if he did, he would bring sadness and loneliness to the one he loved. I can empathise with him there.


Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

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