Wednesday, March 5, 2008

measure for measure

What's this? what's this? is this her fault or mine?
The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most?
Ha!
Not she, nor doth she tempt; but it is I
That, lying by the violet in the sun,
Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness?
-Act II Scene II
March.I never counted on.....March.