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日前，遇到一位 professional actor, 跟我讨论起沙氏比亚的哈姆雷特。并用其中的"I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw." 做现实吡喻，It beats me. 不过，它到使我记起一些以前喜欢的沙氏比亚的Sonnet。于是从网上找来一首，贴在这里。
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That 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 cheeks
Within 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.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
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