Shakespeare Wedding Readings
Shakespeare Wedding Readings
Your Guide to Shakespeare.
Let the eloquence of the Bard make your wedding magical.
Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle's compass come:Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom.If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
("Sonnet 116")My bounty is as boundless as the sea,My love as deep; the more I give to thee,The more I have, for both are infinite.("Romeo and Juliet", 2.2.139-41)Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou growest:So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
("Sonnet 18")One half of me is yours, the other half yoursMine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, then ours.
Your Guide to Shakespeare.
Let the eloquence of the Bard make your wedding magical.
Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle's compass come:Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom.If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
("Sonnet 116")My bounty is as boundless as the sea,My love as deep; the more I give to thee,The more I have, for both are infinite.("Romeo and Juliet", 2.2.139-41)Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou growest:So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
("Sonnet 18")One half of me is yours, the other half yoursMine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, then ours.
posted by Rev. Ben Brauer, Minister Willow Wood Weddings | 12:36 PM
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