Last week my wonderful visiting teachers, Elizabeth and Catie, came over. We all got to talking about the toll pregnancy and childbirth take on your body. Elizabeth told me about Shakespeare's Sonnet number 2 that talks about how our beauty (that fades with us) lives on in our children. We don't waste our youth and beauty, we just share it with our kids. I think Luke was worth it. Don't you?
When forty winters shall beseige they brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
1 comment:
if only that sonnet weren't written for a young boy he had the hots for!!
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