On 10/1/08 6:06 PM, “” <someone@myworkplace> wrote:
Hi Guys,
I am desperately looking for the poem by William Shakespeare – I think it’s ” how do I love thee/you” and he compares this woman to the stars and the moon kinda thing.
We did it in high school.
Please help – if you have it or have the title so I can google it or something…
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Shakespeare by Burberry as seen in heat magazine.
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i think one of the sadder truths about marketing is that it attracts people who would otherwise not study anything because it seems easy. don’t get me wrong – it IS easy – but only to the same kind of person who’d find doing a crossword easy. my message to all you cool kids out there who are too cool for class and just want school to hurry up so you can ‘get into advertising’ would be:
STAY IN SCHOOL
DON’T DO DRUGS
DON’T SEND MAILS TO ALLSTAFF
SMILE A LOT
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Some kids think their lives will begin once they get a job in a cool agency that wins awards and they get to ‘do cool work on cool brands’. i have news for those kids. the work might look cool, but the doing of it involves a lot of thinking and refining and arguing and crafting and disagreeing and substantiating and rationalising and post-rationalising and researching and bending over quietly (to pick up the pencils you keep dropping). if that is what your daydreams of being a dezigner or art Director look like, then you won’t need to die to get to heaven. you just need a shit-hot porti.
MyBrandedLife(TM) 
do you mean this one?
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day?
by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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 dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st 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.
Unless the Shakespeare reference is wrong and it’s really looking for “How do I love thee, let me count the ways.” In that case it’s Elizabeth Barret Browning, and can be found here:
http://www.netpoets.com/classic/poems/008003.htm
Interestingly neither stars nor moon occur in either, but the Sun occurs in both.
http://www.shakespearegeek.com