Uploaded on June 30, 2011
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say, “This poet lies,
Such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly faces.”
So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet’s rage
And stretchèd meter of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time
You should live twice, in it and in my rhyme.
—William Shakespeare
The Complete Signet Classic Shakespeare
6.30.2023: I got the idea of using Christmas lights for catchlights in Bridget’s eye from Peter Jackson, who did it with Cate Blanchett as Galadriel. He used white lights. I chose colored, but needed to balance the way they affected her skintone, so supplemented with an Ott-Lite TrueColor lamp.