from: "To Celia" Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But mighyt I of Jove' nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didn't only breath And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear Not if itself, but thee! -Ben Jonson And from: "Sonnet 116" Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks, Withing his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. -Shakespeare I love these poems! They are so filled with meaning! The first is so filled with love and tenderness, and the second hits point exactly about what true love is. I love poets who can really write! I must go. If I don't update before Christmas, I hope all of you have a beautiful and blessed Christmas! Morgan |