Hanna F. Cross

Shall I compare thee to a City's day?
Thou art more sweet and more honest:
Harsh curses do shake the blooming hopes of May,
And City's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eyes of deities shine,
And often by their harsh complexion are we dimmed,
And even fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or time's unchanging course untrimmed:
But thy eternal kindness shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as I can breathe, or mine eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

[No, he doesn't know the whole network can hear this. No, he's also not quite sure why he's misquoting Shakespeare. Of course, he's only now realized what just happened...]

...oh, crap.

Seriously? I swear, one of these days I am going to smash this device. I think it wants to humiliate me...

Also, as far as Shakespeare goes, I prefer his plays over his poetry. A Midsummer Night's Dream is great...and also quite accurate at parts. The one time I worked with faeries at home, I actually got to talk to them about it. They find the inaccuracies really funny.

...Shakespeare would probably either really hate this or find this really hilarious. Wish we could talk to him, he seemed like a pretty cool guy.

At the risk of misquoting him and embarrassing myself further, I'm going to shut up now. And maybe hide in my room.