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Let me not to the marriage of
true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his highth be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
SONNET 116
~ The 17th Earl of Oxford

Ruth Loyd |

M. D. Miller |
The family of Ruth Loyd Miller wishes
to express heart-felt appreciation to the friends the world over who
share our loss. Whether one agrees with our Mom about who wrote
Shakespeare, it is universally agreed that she was a remarkable woman.
To be sure, her family applauded her efforts to bring the true author
of the Shakespeare canon to the attention of the world. It has been
brought to our attention once or twice that this is a minority
opinion.
Throughout the years
our Mom responded to callers with more than just boundless enthusiasm,
she sent reams of carefully prepared materials brimming over with
information and documentation, of course free of charge -- to
them . But as Edward deVere, the 17th Earl of Oxford divested himself
of his properties presumably to finance his literary work, it is only
fair that posterity should provide him with a pro bono attorney to
plead his case.
In an interview with
James Lardner for the April, 1988 issue of The New Yorker, she is
quoted:
"Every letter I
seal, every stamp I put on a letter to go out to somebody, every
book I mail, I give it a little pat and I say a little prayer:
'May the person that receives this be the instrument of bringing
about the Great Change,' because you never know who will be the
instrument."
I hope that sometime
in her busy life she took time to look in the mirror.
Her loving daughter,
Bonner |