diff --git a/content/memento-mori/index.md b/content/memento-mori/index.md index 4ffd406..009a9f7 100644 --- a/content/memento-mori/index.md +++ b/content/memento-mori/index.md @@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

Sonnet 60 — William Shakespeare
-[Your writing here. This page is for you as much as anyone. A few paragraphs about time, about why you make things, about what this site and its slow accumulation mean. The grid below is the argument; this prose is the response to it.] +[Some more text coming here.]
diff --git a/content/poetry/sonnet-60.md b/content/poetry/sonnet-60.md index b73ada9..043d7d2 100644 --- a/content/poetry/sonnet-60.md +++ b/content/poetry/sonnet-60.md @@ -21,5 +21,5 @@ And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. - And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, - Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. +And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, +Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.