"......Be what it is,
The Action of my life is like it, which
I'll keep if but for sympathy."
Tuesday, 10 April 2018
Toil
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...Sonnet 27, William Shakespeare
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