My favorites (of those) are 65 and 130. I feel like I have another favorite or two, but I can't remember them right now. I love love love the last four lines of 65:

Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back,
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O, none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

I think about time a lot these days, and how relentless and irretrievable it is. I tried to write a poem about it once, but it was a bad idea. I don't like time and I don't like change, and one of the things that I love about reading and writing is that the written word defies both time and change. How clever of Shakespeare to notice this as well.

And 130 is just a gem. It always reminds me of the Beach Boys song "God Only Knows" ("I may not always love you..."). I dig pragmatic love poems.

I'm in the process of writing a paper on Greek and Roman drama this very minute (well, okay, not this *very* minute, I'm clearly procrastinating at the moment), so I'll have a lit geek battle with you any time.

Lire"any thoughts on the role of deities in Seneca's Phaedra? 1500 words on them? that'd be great"lyn