Shakespeare er gutten sin. Her får dere sonette 153 før stengetid fredag ettermiddag. God helg alle sammen!
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep.
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
Which borrowed from his holy fire of Love
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
But at mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired.
The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;
I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,
And thither hied, a sad distempered guest,
But found no cure; the bath for my help lies
Where Cupid got new fire - my mistress' eyes.
Shakespeare, William: Sonetter, Aschehoug, Oslo, 2005