In my studies of Shakespeare in high school, I recall vividly, our English Lit instructor, a fine looking man in his 40’s, reading with great effect, the aforementioned sonnet. Perhaps it was meant for a female, but coming from this eloquent example of masculinity, it sounded as if it was specifically written for some young swain who the author might have know briefly over a summer in the country. The joy and awe that Shakespeare feels on gazing at such beauty is palpable.
Leo
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
In my studies of Shakespeare in high school, I recall vividly, our English Lit instructor, a fine looking man in his 40’s, reading with great effect, the aforementioned sonnet. Perhaps it was meant for a female, but coming from this eloquent example of masculinity, it sounded as if it was specifically written for some young swain who the author might have know briefly over a summer in the country. The joy and awe that Shakespeare feels on gazing at such beauty is palpable.
Leo
Was that selfie stick up his arse?….. so fucking good, loved that perspective of a great knob cumming