“That goes to bed with the sun, and with him rises weeping”

‎”The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, and with him rises weeping”. Doing that today since I have to go to work early meeting my Tiger Mom client boss at Hung Hom at 7:30 AM. Was talking with my friend about that at the Cricket Club. Men used to go to bed with the sun, and rose, weeping, with the light. And in the middle of the night, they’d often wake with their wives and quietly discourse. Maybe they might even forgive each other. I do not know. But I do know this: in Shakespeare, it is all in the words.

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