Wordcount for today: 954
Reason for stopping: short transitional scene completed, and I think I need to give my hands a rest. And maybe read Edward III, just because it's in the news. Also, I have the first issue of 1602 here. Let's see what Neil is doing mucking around in my time period, darn him. *g*
In additional synchronicity, Jimmy Buffett is singing I was the pirate, she was the queen /
Sir Francis and Elizabeth, the best there’s ever been on my computer.
Not a bad day, really.
As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart,
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ,
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
--William Shakespeare, Sonnet 23