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Barbara -> some classic Shakespeare! (10/30/2004 10:57:38 PM)
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What wonderful words to live by!
> Sonnet 58
> "That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
> I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
> Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave,
> Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.
> O let me suffer, being at your beck,
> Th' imprisoned absence of your liberty,
> And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
> Without accusing you of injury.
> Be where you list, your charter is so strong
> That you yourself may privilege your time
> To what you will; to you it doth belong
> Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
> I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
> Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well."
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> ~*William Shakespeare*~
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