by William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love ’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.
A reader shared a link on an article on the most successful and likely profitable forgeries of written materials in history, scoundrels trying to make money from Shakespeare’s legacy. There is very little material that survived that has been authenticated to have been written in Shakespeare’s own hand and that dearth opened the door to forgers to try and take advantage. The most enterprising and successful Shakespeare forger was William Ireland who in the 1790’s began forging manuscripts of Shakespeare’s plays. His father became his unwitting accomplice when Ireland showed him his “findings” and because of his father’s standing in society and his absolute conviction the forgeries were authentic many Shakespeare scholars and collectors of the day were initially taken in by the scheme. However, Ireland went too far when he attempted to create a “lost” unpublished Shakespeare play titled Vortigern and Rowena. The play was so poorly written that his forgery was completed unmasked when he foolishly attempted to stage a production and it bombed after one performance. However, in an odd twist, after admitting his foolishness he continued to profit from by his scheme by making “authentic fakes”.
By Kahlil Gibran
Then Almitra spoke again and said,
And what of Marriage, master?
. . And he answered saying:
. . You were born together, and together you
shall be forevermore.
. . You shall be together when the white
wings of death scatter your days.
. . Ay, you shall be together even in the
silent memory of God.
. . But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
. . And let the winds of the heavens dance
. . Love one another, but make not a bond
. . Let it rather be a moving sea between
the shores of your souls.
. .Fill each other’s cup but drink not from
. . Give one another of your bread but eat
not from the same loaf.
. . Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each one of you be alone,
. .Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.
. .Give your hearts, but not into each
. . For only the hand of Life can contain
. .And stand together yet not too near
. .For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
. .And the oak tree and the cypress grow
not in each other’s shadow.