Post by Yvonne Jazmyne Vitellia on Aug 20, 2013 17:02:09 GMT 1
Who will believe my verse in time to come
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still
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Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
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Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
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Have you read the rules?
Rp sample:
The turnover ceremony was an event that Prudence Campbell did not look forward to. Saying that it was a special event though or an event of high importance was putting it lightly. In that ceremony, a leader would turnover his power and authority to another and Prudence knew better than to take such ceremonies for granted. It was really important for her father, despite the strained relationship he and his father had since he disowned his only son, a week ago, sent her an owl that he and her mother would go to the ceremony to show his support to Macon Dolohov, his oldest first cousin, who was going to be the next viscount of the House of Campbell. However, Prudence knew that it was not the only reason why her parents, particularly her father decided to attend. She knew that her father was trying to show her grandfather that he did not care about the title.
Prudence did not want to go. She did not like politics and formal functions in general. In fact, she shared her father’s views about it. Politics and other formalities were, more often than not, untrue and dirty. People tend to put on impressive shows, trying to gain popularity and allies and deceiving one another all the time. Prudence and her parents often link the aforementioned word to people with fake smiles, plastics and the likes.
Despite her parent’s advice to stay in school and be present in all her classes, she went to the ceremony for she had to talk to Justin about something of vital importance. For the second time, since Amelie gave her the shampoo that turned her brown hair blonde, she thanked her for it. Surely, even her mother would have to squint or do a double take to recognize her for she wore a formal dress for the first time in her lifetime and sported a blonde head. Even Justin would probably fail to recognize her. Did he even know that she was coming? Did he know that her parents were coming?
The moment she arrived at the venue, she noticed the ‘formal’ folks walking around. A couple of gentlemen in uniform greeted her as she made an unnoticeable entrance at the side. Ah, the beauty of being a wallflower. No one minded her as she stood on the sideways, surveying the room for Justin and keeping an eye out for her parents. It was obvious that no one knew her and it was weird since her father was supposed to be the next viscount… “Are you lost miss? Do you have an invitation?” A kind butler-looking gentleman asked her out of the blue and Prudence almost jumped.“Um, no. I’m not lost. In fact I’m looking for my folks… oh look, there they are. Thank you sir.”Prudence smiled at the nice guy and pretended to go toward the ‘folks’ she just gestured at. The kind guy just smile and nodded.
Prudence politely asked the ‘folks’ if the one and only vacant chair on their table was not taken. When the folks allowed her to sit, she smiled and politely thanked them. Prudence then kept looking for Justin for she really had to talk to him. After a few moments, she heard whispers, loud whispers, that made her head turn with the crowd’s. Her parents just arrived and people were gossiping about them.
If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise
The form was made by Malena. The lines are taken from Shakespeare's sonnets. Feel free to edit the application if you want to, but please don't remove the credits
*chastises self for not doing a background check on salem especially* Anyway, I tried to fix it. Hope it is well now. 
So... I stand corrected. 