Thursday, December 29, 2011

#ThoughtfulThursday and #ThongThursday... my specialty. This week: A little romance.

Dear Shakespeare... you know your shit. From, "Twelfth Night, or, What You Will" ..."O Mistress Mine" is an ode to free-spirited, impulsive, and delicious love. Life is short. You’ve got to grab joy, love, and life's pleasures, when within reach.


O mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O, stay and hear! your true-love’s coming,

That can sing both high and low.

Trip no further, pretty sweeting,

Journeys end in lovers meeting—

Every wise man’s son doth know.


What is love? ’Tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What’s to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,

Youth’s a stuff will not endure.




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