"I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer"
On 23rd April, Shakespeare's birthday, these deer obliged.
'Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here
Within the circuit of this ivory pale,
I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;
Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
Within this limit is relief enough,From Venus and Adonis*, Shakespeare, born 23rd April 1564
Sweet bottom-grass and high delightful plain,
Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough,
To shelter thee from tempest and from rain
Then be my deer, since I am such a park;
No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark.'
More pictures of roe deer taken 23rd April.
*Hot stuff from Will!! You hardly need to read between the lines.