Sonnet 57
| Being your slave, what should I do but tend |
| Upon the hours and times of your desire? |
| I have no precious time at all to spend, |
| Nor services to do, till you require. |
| Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour |
| Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, |
| Nor think the bitterness of absence sour |
| When you have bid your servant once adieu; |
| Nor dare I question with my jealous thought |
| Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, |
| But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought |
| Save, where you are how happy you make those. |
| So true a fool is love that in your will, |
| Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill. |
From Shakespeare Online.
In other news, I had the opportunity to do some traveling recently and visited The House of The Seven Gables. I think I could write a story about that crooked, twisty stairwell and the room at the top of it. If life wasn't sucking me dry right now, that is.
Their gift shop had terrific t-shirts with a quote from The Scarlet Letter. Of course, I can't find a picture of the thing now, but I did call a friend to tell him about it. I suspect the folks who were close enough to hear my half of the conversation were intrigued. Or alarmed. (No worries, you Emily Posts out there; I stepped outside to make the call. People just kind of wandered into my "phone zone.") I kind of wish I'd bought it, but logic prevailed. Do I really need another t-shirt? Right.
