I cannot side with our friend Will in this:
That lively form of life is but the dross.In memory’s cup’s a sweet, and anguished kiss—
Alas, your Love remembered, so your Loss.
Over the last two days, there's been a good deal of conversation
following the death of a well-known singer, with whom I happened to share a birthday.
I'd like to offer this response to Sonnet 74 of W. Shakespeare, to honor the memory of that voice.
