A rose by any other name
June 18, 2019
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. Sonnet 54 No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. Sonnet 35 Of … More A rose by any other name