Another clear, crisp day today, but ONLY -14 (I think) and the wind doesn't seem to be as bad. However, I get to stay in, so I can enjoy the beauty and ignore the temperature.
Definitely a stitching - and a soup for supper - kind of day.
Tired with All These, for Restful Death I Cry
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
William Shakespeare - Sonnet LXVI
1564 - 1616
17 hours ago