it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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stumped. so to speak.

So, do I leave all of Sonnet 20 in here as a chapter break, in all it's ambivalent hotmanlove excess, or do I try to prune out a few of the penis jokes and find the most relevant lines?

Damn, picking bits out of Will's sonnets is hard. They're very...cohesive.

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,
Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

Hmm. I think I can make do with the first four lines. As it were.

And man, Will really had a crossdressing/genderfuck fixation. I knew there were reasons I loved him.
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