Saturday, 17 January 2009

60 Minutes Make an Hour


SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 60

THE 1609 QUARTO VERSION

LX
Like as the waues make towards the pibled ſhore,
So do our minuites haſten to their end,
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In ſequent toile all forwards do contend.
Natiuity once in the maine of light,
Crawles to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipſes gainſt his glory fight,
And time that gaue,doth now his gift confound.
Time doth tranſfixe the floriſh ſet on youth,
And delues the paralels in beauties brow,
Feedes on the rarities of natures truth,
And nothing ſtands but for his ſiethe to mow.
And yet to times in hope,my verſe ſhall ſtand
Praiſing thy worth, diſpight his cruell hand.
Note: u= v; ſ= s

If you get up at various stages in the night, say 2.30 am, 4 am etc. - and see your life before you- you can do either of these things, as I did this morning:
- look at the time, waiting for dawn
-watch a snatch of a movie
-listen to shortwave radio
-write in your diary
- fix yourself a snack
- take a stroll under the moon
- worry the dog
- read Shakespeare and recall your life

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