Wednesday, July 18, 2007
dear Kate,
take a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy, for he perforce must do thee right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other places. for these fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves out into ladies' favours, they do always reason themsellves out again. what! a speaker is but a prater, a rhyme is but a ballard; a good leg will fall, a black beard will turn white, a curled pate will grow bald, a fair face will wither, a full eye will wax hollow, but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon - or rather the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly.
-"henry v", v:11
