this is based on William Shakespeare's, Sonnet 1, it reads as follows:
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel: Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
This is page one of three so… I dunno, what do you think? So far?
The lines from the sonnet are stuck above the panel that seems to fit them most.
thanks for reading :)
oh, and as for the smack jeeves site I’ve got… *sigh* I guess I’ll have to do something with it… as soon as the storyline here catches up…. *sigh*
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