Constantly toiling…

Quote from “Shakespeare’s Sonnets” by William Shakespeare –

“Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tir’d;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired: For then my thoughts—from far where I abide— Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.”

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Contents compiled: September 18 2016
Originally published: September 21 2016
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