Friday, 29 April 2016

I know you all.



Feeling a bit weird today, like living in two worlds. I thought I would read some poetry. This part is from Shakespeare's Henry IV Part I and is one of my favourites. It defines me, it explains me and more of all: It gives me hope that everything will eventually turn out alright. You all have strength, sometimes you just need a little push towards it.

I know you all, and will awhile uphold 
The unyoked humour of your idleness: 
Yet herein will I imitate the sun, 
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds 
To smother up his beauty from the world, 
That, when he please again to be himself, 
Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, 
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists 
Of vapours that did seem to strangle him. 

If all the year were playing holidays, 
To sport would be as tedious as to work; 
But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, 
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. 

So, when this loose behavior I throw off 
And pay the debt I never promised, 
By how much better than my word I am, 
By so much shall I falsify men's hopes; 
And like bright metal on a sullen ground, 
My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, 
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes 
Than that which hath no foil to set it off. 

I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; 
Redeeming time when men think least I will.

 Shakespeare.
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