gridlockjoe | Meme time! (thanks jcello!)

When you see a Shakespeare quote you must respond with one of your own in your LJ.

Sonnet XXIII
As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart.
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

(This was Hilary's favourite sonnet. I memorized it in 1998 on my way to New York to meet her for the first time.)