Things are looking up

The last few years have been a whirlwind. We had a problem a while back when the lease for the land on which our theatre was built expired. That snake Giles Allen tried to tell us the building was part of the land as well. Well, we weren't about to be cheated out of something we'd worked so hard on so a group of us dismantled the building and rebuilt it on the other side of the Thames. The New Globe Theatre has been a rousing success!
So now, between the success of The New Globe, of which I'm now a partner, and the popularity of the play, Hamlet, I've been able to build up quite a nest egg. I'm looking forward to eventually moving back to Stratford where, a few years back, I brought a place called New Place. For the time being, however, I'll stay in London doing what I love best - writing plays.
I've got several ideas for plays in the works; a couple of comedies, one about a Moor and his manipulative ensign, and possibly one about an old king with a couple of less than ideal daughters. I'm also thinking about one that will enchant a king. Who knows, maybe it will even begin with a couple of witches. That should get everyone's attention.
There's no doubt about it - things are looking up.

Sonnet 130 - My personal favorite

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.