Phoning Shakespeare

Last night, I downloaded Readdle's PlayShakespeare for the iPhone. Not only are all of Shakespeare's plays and poems now on my phone, but they are fully searchable! Utterly baffling.

Here: I give you his delightful 42nd sonnet:

That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I lov'd her dearly;
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her because thou know'st I love her,
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suff'ring my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross.
But here's the joy, my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.

On a completely unrelated note, check out my post, Writing Fibs, on Getting Something Read!