shades of shakespeare

On a day — alack the day!

—Love, whose month is ever May,


Spied a blossom passing fairPlaying in the wanton air


sonnets to sundry notes of music, ii [william shakespeare]


But release me from my bands


With the help of your good hands.


Gentle breath of yours my sailsMust fill,


or else my project fails,Which was to please.


Now I wantSpirits to enforce, art to enchant;


And my ending is despair,Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,


Which pierces so that it assaultsMercy itself, and frees all faults.


As you from crimes would pardon'd be,Let your indulgence set me free.


prospero in the tempest


just a few crisp lines that i found a bit intersting..