Wednesday, 28 December 2016

For Robyn.

It's exactly six months since we got married and while it's certainly been a tough time, neither of us would have had it any differently.

So what better for Robyn than William Shakespeare's 'Sonnet 29';

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless
And look upon myself and curse
my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth
, sings hymns at heaven's gate;

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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