O! never say that I was false of heart
Posted: February 13, 2014 Filed under: Meditation, Yoga | Tags: blogging, compassion, family, fitness, friends, friendship, gluten free, happiness, health, Heart, kindness, life, love, marathon, meditation, motivation, musings, natural, nature, Omaha, paleo, passion, Poetry, rest, Sonnet, Valentine's Day, William Shakespeare, writing, yoga 6 Comments…
O never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart,
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie.
That is my home of love; if I have ranged
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reigned
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good—
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.
Sonnet 53
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Much Ado About Nothing
Posted: November 21, 2013 Filed under: Random Workout | Tags: Arts, blogging, compassion, cycling, exercise, family, fitness, free range, freshly pressed, friends, gluten free, happiness, health, hipster, hope, kindness, life, Literature, love, lululemon, marathon, meditation, motivation, Much Ado About Nothing, musings, natural, nature, Omaha, paleo, passion, perspective, pilates, running, Shakespeare, trail running, whole foods, William Shakespeare, writing, yoga 3 CommentsAct II Scene iii
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Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no more,
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
CultFit 