Shakespeare Sonnet 116 소설 & 이야기

What if he crept once Pleading to you! He never slept once, Nor was untrue. Often forgetful, Love may forget; Froward and fretful, Dear, he will fret; Ever regretful, He will regret. Life is completer Through his control; Living made sweeter Even through dole, Hearing Love's metre Sing in the soul. Flesh may not hear it, Being impure; And mind may fear it, May not endure; But in the spirit - There we are sure. So when to-morrow

“Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.” (Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?__Sonet 116. Cinta sejati tidak berubah hanya karena keadaan berubah. Kesetiaan adalah bentuk pengorbanan paling sunyi.) … Nathan panik melihat wajah kakaknya yang sendu. “Kenapa? Apa kau terluka?”

"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee. Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,