A little daily Shakespeare

I have this lovely little old book I picked up once called The Illustrated Birthday Text Book - Shakespeare, which features a little snippet of Shakespeare for every day of the year in beautiful old typescript, interspersed with lithographic/etching-type pictures.

It sits on my bookshelf on a little gold book stand, because it suits a little gold book stand, and last night I was waiting for bible study peeps to come, doing a dust scan, and I took it down. I must take some photos of it to show you. The only date I can find in this little old book is 1880.

So, just because, here is a piece of Shakespeare for the 22nd September.

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,

Which shows like grief itself, but is not so;

For sorrow’s eye, glazed with blinding tears,

Divides one thing entire to many objects;

Like perspectives, which rightly gazed upon

Shows nothing but confusion, eyed awry

Distinguish form.

King Richard II, Act ii, Sc. 2

Shakespeare