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Lire Star Trek … 🙂 ou relire Shakespeare ???
Le Cne Patrick Stewart , interprète de ‘PICARD’ dans Star Trek, ‘boldly’ lit … du W. Shakespeare (1564-1616) … tous les jours : car :
“Un sonnet par jour, éloigne le médecin pour toujours” !!!
« When I was a child in the 1940s, my mother would cut up slices of fruit for me (there wasn’t much) and as she put it in front of me she would say, « An apple a day keeps the doctor away. » How about, “A sonnet a day keeps the doctor away”? So…here we go: Sonnet 1. » (via Twitter) Sonnet 1 by William Shakespeare 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.
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Lire Star Trek … 🙂 ou relire Shakespeare ???
Le Cne Patrick Stewart , interprète de ‘PICARD’ dans Star Trek, ‘boldly’ lit … du W. Shakespeare (1564-1616) … tous les jours : car :
“Un sonnet par jour, éloigne le médecin pour toujours” !!!
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« When I was a child in the 1940s, my mother would cut up slices of fruit for me (there wasn’t much) and as she put it in front of me she would say, « An apple a day keeps the doctor away. » How about, “A sonnet a day keeps the doctor away”? So…here we go: Sonnet 1. » (via Twitter) Sonnet 1 by William Shakespeare 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.
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