Wednesday, August 31, 2011

A Rose By Any Other Name

Roses in Wifey's garden.  Always beautiful.

From Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, 1600:


'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,

Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part

Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!

What's in a name? that which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet;

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,

Retain that dear perfection which he owes

Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,

And for that name which is no part of thee

Take all myself.


La Roo said...

You've been on a bloggin role. Where have I been? Good for you.
Let's all take time to smell the roses. Wifey has beautiful roses that matches her own beauty.
Lucky you Bob, all the way around.

Bob said...

Yeah, on a's been over 100 every day for at least the three weeks. There reaches a point where it's just too hard to be out in it sweating your brains out. Thanks. . . I'm lucky. . .guess I am in so many ways. Need to count those blessings....

Evalinn said...

Beautiful! :-)

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