by phinebooty
@ Thursday, 04. May, 2006 - 21:15:49
Let me not into the marriage of true mainds admit impediments...
Love is not love which alters when it alterations finds, or bends with the remover to remove...
Used to love those lines from that sonnet. they resonate somewhere deep within me
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Was also thinking about the "Woman of Bath", and "my mistress eyes". What has suddenly triggered all these memories about English lit classes? Im damed if i know