Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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“I mean,” said my Uncle Peter, in that deliberate manner which lends a flavour of deep wisdom to the most obvious remarks, “I mean that every man owes it to himself to have some days in his life when he escapes from bondage, gets away from routine, and does something which seems to have no purpose in the world, just because he wants to do it.”

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What happens when one woman decides to set aside $100 every month for an art budget? Join Cornelia Peckart this month at the Hamilton Conservatory for the Arts and find out. RIPPLE EFFECT, ARTIST & COLLECTOR. Opening reception Friday, February 12, 6 – 8pm.

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