Monday, July 25, 2005

Happy Birthday, Old Friend


To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey’d,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summer’s pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumns turn’d
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv’d!
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv’d;
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.

-William Shakespeare

7 comments:

portia said...

Lovely birthday salute to your old friend, spd. I'm sure yours words and good wishes brought a big smile to her face. She probably would prefer it if there weren't so many candles on the cake but her priceless fortune of lifelong friends makes her thankful for every one of them.

To lots more candles...and more CAKE, too:)

Thanks, spd.

spd rdr said...

The pleasure is mine. Happy Birthday, New York.

portia said...

Thanks, Cass.
You're up next, Richmond.

spd rdr said...

Yeah, but I ain't there yet!

spd rdr said...

Young squirt.

portia said...

A lot of good my hair color did me Cass, he called me old:)
I'll trade ya.

spd rdr said...

Girls.