January 30, 2015 Disgrace By howardgoldenberg ¶ Posted in Life, Poetry ¶ Tagged disgrace, dismay, poetry, shame ¶ 5 Comments When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse William Shakespeare Share this:PrintEmailTweetLike this:Like Loading... Related
Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:
Make some sweet phial; treasure thou some place
With beauty’s treasure, ere it be self-kill’d.
The rest is probably not appropriate. I can take any amount of the bard you care to spread around, but I hope you are revelling in the poetry and not beating yourself up about anything.
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Kind of you, dear bardlet
Hope you are hale and well.
The body is ok, the spirit otherwise
Good of you to enquire, gooster man