Mojo, The Bard, & Me

 Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

A withered hermit, five-score winters worn,

      Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye:

Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born,

      And gives the crutch the cradle’s infancy:

O, ‘tis the sun that makes all things shine.

 

 

Berowne

Love’s Labour’s Lost       Act IV, Scene iii, Line 239

This is the scene where the four guys all confess to breaking their oath to stay away from women. Berowne is describing the beauty of Rosaline in today’s lines. I like these lines. A hermit one hundred years old would turn fifty just by looking at her beauty. Beauty gives old age the look of youth
Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born,
  And gives the crutch the cradles infancy.

Perhaps a little too much credit give to beauty? Something to think about.

Certainly, some very good lines for today, no matter how you choose to take them.

Beauty