My poetry presentation on May 1 will include a section titled "Shakespeare ON Love".
Of course there will be some of his well-known sonnets, but also this sea-song, which I found in "The Tempest" and had never noticed before.
The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
The gunner and his mate
Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery,
But none of us cared for Kate;
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, "Go hang!"
She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch:
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
William Shakespeare
The Tempest
