It’s been a while since there’s been Shakespeare here, so here a little snippet that seems apt to recent events: Each new morn New widows howl, new orphans cry, New sorrows strike heaven on the face. Macbeth, Act 4, Sc 3. Spoken by Macduff. I actually found this in Walking with God through Pain and
Here’s a little curiosity out of church history for your weekend (photo instagrammed this morning in my church). I’m developing quite the fascination with this image of a blood-letting pelican, I must say. I will be revealing elements of my life if I tell you that I work for an organisation that features it on
Well folks, today was actually the last day for my Shakespeare book. I started it on the 25th September last year, and it’s hard to imagine a whole year has gone by already. I don’t believe I have missed a day, though some postings may have been a little late, since I started, which feels
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has. MacBeth, Act i., Sc. 3. New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let ’em be unmanly, yet are follow’d. King Henry VIII., Act i., Sc. 3.
So work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. King Henry V., Act i., Sc. 2. I am a woman? When I think, I must speak. As You Like It, Act iii., Sc. 2.