|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.