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LITERATURE OUT LOUD -- see and hear great literature

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Friday Jan 20, 2012

Friday Jan 20, 2012

Sonnet CVIII

by William Shakespeare

What's in the brain that ink may character

Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?

What's new to speak, what new to register,

That may express my love or thy dear merit?

Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,

I must, each day say o'er the very same,

Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,

Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.

So that eternal love in love's fresh case

Weighs not the dust and injury of age,

Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,

But makes antiquity for aye his page,

Finding the first conceit of love there bred

Where time and outward form would show it dead.

LITERATURE OUT LOUD -- see and hear great literature

800+ audio versions of poems, short stories, novels
and all of Shakespeare's Sonnets -- over 30,000 downloads

a public speaking handbook with more than 2000 quotes

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