I would like to thank the Wokingham Choral Society for a great evening on Saturday. They performed a number of sacred and profane pieces around the theme of love, interspersed by readings.
It was a pleasure to be able to read Shakepeare’s Sonnet, “True Love”. It made a welcome break from credit crunch and the trench warfare over the EU. Well done to all the singers.
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.