Weary with toil, I blog about Shakespeare (Shakespeare’s got me thinking and writing and cussing…)

Sonnet 27 by Shakespeare Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired: For then my thoughts (from far where I abide) Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep myContinue reading “Weary with toil, I blog about Shakespeare (Shakespeare’s got me thinking and writing and cussing…)”