CHAPTER 126 O Thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power, dust hold times fickle glass his fickle hour, who hast by waning groan, and therein shoest, thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self-grossed. If nature sovereign mistress over rack, as thou ghost onwards still will pluck thee back, she keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill may time disgrace, and wretched minutes kill. Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure, she may detain, but not still keep her treasure. Her audit, though delayed, answered must be, and her quietest is to render thee. CHAPTER 127 In the old age black was not counted fair, or if it were it bore not beauty's name.  For since each hand hath put on nature's power, fairing the foul with art's false borrowed face. Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower, but is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.  At such who not born fair no beauty lack, slandering creation with a false esteem. Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe, that every tongue says beauty should look so. And of CHAPTER 127 CHAPTER 128 How oft when thou, my music, music playest, upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds with thy sweet fingers, when thou gently swayest, the wiry concord that mine ear confounds. Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap, to kiss the tender inward of thy hand, whilst my poor lips would should that harvest reap at the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand. To be so tickled they would change their state and situation with those dancing chips, or whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, making dead wood more blessed than living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.  Savage extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust. Enjoyed no sooner, but despised straight. Past reason hunted, and no sooner had past reason hated as a swallowed bait. On purpose laid to make the taker mad. Mad in pursuit and in possession so, had, having, and in quest, to have extreme, a bliss in proof improved, a very woe, before a joy proposed behind a dream. All this the world well knows, yet none knows well, to shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. And of CHAPTER 129 CHAPTER 130 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 done.  I have seen roses demasked 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 belie'd with false compare. CHAPTER 131 Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, as those whose beauties proudly make them cruel. For well thou knowest to my dear doting heart, thou art the fairest and most precious jewel. Yet in good faith some say that, debehold, thy face hath not the power to make love groan. To say they ere I dare not be so bold, although I swear it to myself alone. And to be sure that is not false I swear, a thousand groans but thinking on thy face, one on another's neck do witness bear. Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place.  CHAPTER 132 Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, have put on black, and loving mourners be, looking with pretty roof upon my pain. And truly not the morning sun of heaven better becomes the gray cheeks of the east, nor that full star that ushers in the even, doth have that glory to the somber west, as those two morning eyes become thy face. Oh, let it then, as well, beseem thy heart to mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace, and suit thy pity like in every part. Then will I swear beauty herself is black, and all they fowl that thy complexion lack. CHAPTER 133 Be shrew that heart that makes my heart to groan, for that deep wound it gives my friend and me. Is not enough to torture me alone, but slave to slavery my sweetest friend must be? Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken, and my next self thou harder hast engrossed, of him myself and thee I am forsaken. A torment thrice threefold thus to be crossed. Prison my heart in thy steel bosomed ward, but then my friend's heart let my poor heart bale. Whoever keeps me, let my heart be his guard. Thou canst not then use rigor in my gull, and yet thou wilt, for I being pent in thee, perforce am thine, and all that is in me. CHAPTER 134 So now I have confessed that he is thine, and I myself am mortgaged to thy will. Myself all forfeit, so that other mine, thou wilt restore to be my comfort still. But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free, for thou art covetous, and he is kind. He learned but surety like to write for me, under that bond that him as fast doth bind, the statute of thy beauty thou wilt take, Thou usurer that puts forth all to use, and Sue a friend came deader for my sake, so him I lose through my unkind abuse. Him have I lost, thou hast both him and me. He pays the whole, and yet am I not free. CHAPTER 135 Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will, and will to boot, and will in over-plus, more than enough am I that vex thee still, to thy sweet will making addition thus. Will thou whose will is large and spacious, not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? Shall will in others seem right gracious, and in my will no fair acceptance shine? The sea all water, yet receives rain still, and in abundance addeth to his store. So thou being rich in will add to thy will, one will of mine to make thy large will more. Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill, think all but one, and me in that one will. CHAPTER 135 If thy soul check thee that I come so near, swear to thy blind soul that I was thy will, and will thy soul knows is admitted there, thus far for love my love suit sweet fulfill. Will will fulfill the treasure of thy love, I fill it full with wills, and my will won, in things of great receipt with ease we prove. Among a number one is reckoned none, then in the number let me pass untold, though in thy store's account I one must be, for nothing hold me, so it please thee hold, that nothing me, a something sweet to thee. Make but my name thy love, and love that still, and then thou lovest me, for my name is will. CHAPTER 137 Thou blind fool, love, what dost thou to mine eyes, that they behold, and see not what they see?  If eyes corrupt by over partial looks, be anchored in the bay where all men ride. Why of eyes falsehood has thou forged hooks, where too the judgment of my heart is tied? Why should my heart think that a several plot, which my heart knows the wide world's common place? Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not to put fair truth upon so foul a face. In things right true my heart and eyes have erred, and to this false plague are they now transferred. CHAPTER 138 When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, that she might think me some untutored youth, unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, although she knows my days are past the best. Simply I credit her false speaking tongue. On both sides, thus, is simple truth suppressed. But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O love's best habit is in seeming trust, and age in love loves not to have years told. Therefore I lie with her, and she with me, and in our faults by lies we flattered be. CHAPTER 139 O call not me to justify the wrong that thy unkindness lays upon my heart. Wont be not with thine eye but with thy tongue, use power with power, and slay me not by art. Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight, dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside. What needs thou wound with cunning when thy might is more than my oppress defense can bind? Let me excuse thee, ah, my love well knows. Her pretty looks have been mine enemies, and therefore from my face she turns my foes, that they elsewhere might dart their injuries. Yet do not so, but since I am near slain, kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain. CHAPTER 140 Be wise as thou art cruel.  If I might teach thee wit, better it were, though not to love, yet love to tell me so, as testy sick men win their deaths be near, no news but health from their physicians know. For if I should despair, I should grow mad, and in my madness might speak ill of thee. Now this ill-resting world has grown so bad, mad slanderers by mad ears, believe it be, that I may not be so, nor thou be lied, bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide. CHAPTER 141 In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, for they indeed a thousand errors note, but tis my heart that loves what they despise, who in despite of you is pleased to doubt. Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tomb delighted, nor tender feeling too base touches prone, nor taste nor smell desire to be invited to any sensual feast with thee alone. But my five wits, nor my five senses can dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee, who leaves unsuade the likeness of a man, thy proud heart slave and vassal wretch to be, only my plague thus far I count my gain, that she that makes me sin awards me pain. CHAPTER 141 Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving. Oh, but with mine compare thou thine own state, and thou shalt find it merits not reproving. Or if it do, not from those lips of thine, that have profaned their scarlet ornaments, in sealed false bonds of love, as oft is mine, robbed others' beds revenues of their rents. Be it lawful I love thee as thou lovest those, whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee. Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows, thy pity may deserve to pity be. If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, by self-example mayst thou be denied. CHAPTER 143 Low as a careful huss-wife runs to catch, one of her feathered creatures broke away, sets down her babe and makes all swift dispatch in pursuit of the thing she would have stay. Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase, cries to catch her whose busy care is bent, to follow that which flies before her face, not pricing her poor infant's discontent. So runst thou after that which flies from thee, whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind. But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me, and play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind. So will I pray that thou mayst have thy will, if thou turn back in my loud crying still. CHAPTER 144 Two loves I have of comfort and despair, which like two spirits do suggest me still. The better angel is a man right fair, the worse her spirit a woman colored ill.  And whether that my angel be turned fiend, suspect I may, yet not directly tell, but being both from me both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I near know but livened out, till my bad angel fire my good one out. CHAPTER 144 Those lips that love's own hand did make, breathed forth the sound that said, I hate, to me, that languished for her sake. But when she saw my woeful state, straight in her heart did mercy come, chiding that tongue that ever sweet was used in giving gentle doom, and taught it thus anew to greet.   CHAPTER 146 Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth, my sinful earth these rebel powers array.  Why so large cost having so short a lease, dost thou upon thy fading mansions spend?  Is this thy body's end? Then soul live thou upon thy servant's loss, and let that pine to aggravate thy store, buy terms divine in selling hours of dross, within be fed without be rich no more?  CHAPTER 147 My love is as a fever longing still, for that which longer nurseth the disease, feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, the uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason the physician to my love, angry that his prescriptions are not kept hath left me, and I desperate now approve desire is death, which physic did accept. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, and frantic mad with ever more unrest, my thoughts in my discourse as madmans are, at random from the truth vainly expressed. For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell as dark as night. CHAPTER 148 O me, what eyes hath love put in my head, which have no correspondence with true sight, or if they have, where is my judgment fled, that censures falsely what they see aright? If that be fair, whereon my false eyes do't, what means the world to say it is not so? If it be not, then love doth well denote, love's eye is not so true as all men's. No, how can it? O how can love's eye be true, that is so vexed with watching and with tears? No marvel then, though I mistake my view, the sun itself sees not till heaven clears. O cunning love, with tears thou keeps'd me blind, lest eye's well-seeing thy foul faults should find. CHAPTER 149 Can't thou, O cruel, say I love thee not, when I against myself with thee partake? Do I not think on thee when I forgot? Am of myself all tyrant for thy sake? Who hatheth thee that I do call my friend, on whom frownest thou that I do fawn upon? Nay, if thou lourest on me, do I not spend revenge upon myself with present moan? What merit do I in my self-respect, that is so proud thy service to despise, when all my best doth worship thy defect, commanded by the motion of thine eyes? But love hate on, for now I know thine mind, those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind.  Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, that in the very refuse of thy deeds, there is such strength and warranties of skill, that in my mind thy worst all best exceeds? Who taught thee how to make me love thee more, the more I hear and see just cause of hate? O, though I love what others do abhor, with others thou shouldst not abhor my state. If thy unworthiness raised love in me, more worthy I to be beloved of thee. CHAPTER 151 Love is too young to know what conscience is, yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then gentle cheater urge not my amiss, lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove. For thou betraying me, I do betray my nobler part to my gross body's treason. My soul doth tell my body that he may, triumphant love, flesh stays no farther reason, but rising at thy name doth point out thee, as his triumphant prize proud of this pride. He is contented thy poor drudge to be, to stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side. No want of conscience hold it that I call? Her love, for whose dear love I rise and fall. CHAPTER 152 In loving thee thou knowest I am foresworn, but thou art twice foresworn to me, love swearing. In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn, in vowing new hate after new love bearing. But why of two oaths breach do I accuse thee, when I break twenty? I am perjured most, for all my vows are oaths, but to misuse thee, and all my honest faith in thee is lost. For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness, oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy, and to enlighten thee gave eyes to blindness, or made them swear against the thing they see. For I have sworn thee fair, more perjured I, to swear against the truth so foul a lie. CHAPTER 153 Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep, a maid of dions this advantage found, and his love kindling fire did quickly steep in a cold valley fountain of that ground, which borrowed from this holy fire of love, a dateless, lively heat still to endure, and grew a seating bath which yet men prove, against strange maladies a sovereign cure. But at my mistress eye loves brand new fired, the boy for trials needs would touch my breast.  But found no cure, the bath for my help lies, or Cupid got new fire, my mistress eyes. CHAPTER 154 The little love-god lying once asleep, laid by his side his heart-enflaming brand, whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep, came tripping by but in her maiden hand. The fairest votary took up that fire, which many legions of true hearts had warmed, and so the general of hot desire was sleeping by a virgin hand-disarmed. This brand she quenched in a cool well by, which from love's fire took heat perpetual, growing a bath in healthful remedy, for men diseased but I, my mistress, thrall. Came therefore cure, and this by that I prove. Love's fire heats water, water cools, not love. End of chapter 154. And also the end of The Sommets of William Shakespeare.


Hey there friends, thanks for checking in. With so many people entering the concealed carry world, I decided to make this video called Concealed Carry Must-Haves. There are materials, ideas, thoughts, a mindset that would help new carriers and hopefully provide a roadmap as to what they need for everyday carry, as well as provide a refresher for those of us who have been carrying for a while. So let's go.  And that's great. You just accomplished the first step after your carry permit. I hope that you researched it. But once you do that, I'm going to suggest that you buy another one that is smaller that you could use for pocket carry. And people call that their carry rotation. Because you will be in situations where you can't carry a gun appendix because your clothing won't allow it. Maybe the seasons change. Maybe you're going to a place where you have to dress up and it's not feasible to carry that gun the way you normally would. Have a pocket gun. Because if not, you may not carry altogether and that's falling into a trap of not being a everyday carry person. And once that happens, people get lazy. So have a carry rotation, whether it's a pocket carry or a different type.  I noticed that a lot of new CCW carriers purchase something like this as their holster. This is a piece of junk. You should not use this to carry a gun. Perhaps in the range bag to transport guns, you know, to protect it, it would be fine but it offers no retention and this clip is garbage. A good quality kydex holster is a good way to go. Here's my car P9 with a multi-holsters with a carbon fiber look to it. When inserting it snaps into place and that's really what you want. Good retention. I'll roll through these really quick. Here we have a crossbreed holster with the Springfield Hellcat OSP, a non-OSP model Springfield Hellcat and other multi-holsters. Here we have the Glock 43X with a Vetter holster, a Mitch Rosen leather holster. This is a nice touch, also very good looking with the car PM9 covert pocket carry.  Here we have a Remington RM380 and a little larger pocket carry Diamondback DB9 Gen4. On the larger size of things here I've got a M&P9 2.0 Compact and then over here we've got an X-Fox holster with a Beretta PX4 Storm. Stay away from these please and get something good, it's going to cost you some money but well worth it. You never know when you're going to need additional rounds, you don't know if your magazine can hang up on you and the best way to prepare for that is to carry a spare magazine. I've been carrying an extra carry mag pouch for a long time now, I really like how quickly I can retrieve it and I like the way it conceals. Here's one made for the car 9mm models, here's another one for Springfield Hellcat and they now make a universal model that allows you to adjust these screws. Here we have a Glock 19 mag in there but you can adjust those screws, you can put everything from a double stack to a single stack magazine in there and it carries really nice. Now since it's in the pocket like this it looks like a pocket knife but all you do is take it out, take it in, just like that and it fits really snug. So extra carry works for me but it's so important that you carry a spare magazine. One of the most overlooked items for keeping your gun safely secured to your body is a quality gun belt and once you go with one of these you will never use that flimsy retail belt again. But there is one here that I like more than any of them now, I picked this up many years ago at a gun show, it's a leather belt, it's okay and here's another leather belt made by Crossbreed and I don't wear that one very often. Now this is a nylon belt made by Vetter but the best one here is a core essentials belt that has this track right there that allows you to loosen or tighten the belt by using that track and it's so easy to use and then once you have it in place it's nice and tight, it's thick, it's good looking, this is the best gun belt I have ever owned, core essentials really makes a nice gun belt and I highly recommend it. You really should carry a knife, you will use it more often than you think you will primarily for utility purposes but this one I really enjoy, it's made by The Ridge, it's an assist open, it has a titanium handle and it's a great knife, very strong. If you're going to be hiking in the woods or you want a real big fixed blade, something like this is really cool, very thin and then a safe sheath. About 30 bucks will get you this Kershaw Oso Suite, it's an assist open as well, you don't have to spend a lot of money on a knife, just stay away from those cheap $10 ones that you see at the gas station and then here's a Boker Kalishnikov because that looks like an AK mag but get a knife and carry it every day. You really should carry a flashlight, you will realize how important it is when you need one at night, you may have to identify a target and the flashlight is going to help you do that. Now this is a cheap little stream light pro tech, uses a AAA battery and just turn on like that and many people won't do that, they'll say well I have a flashlight on my phone but how quick can you access that light? Probably will take you every bit of over 20 seconds is where this is actually brighter, if I turned the lights off you'd see how bright it is but yeah we all have flashlights on our phone but this really is the way to go and there is the misses. Ammunition manufacturers produce great self-defense ammo in today's market. People ask me though what is the best and I tell them let your gun decide. Try shooting various ones, which one feeds the best for you, which one do you shoot the best, which one is most comfortable and go with that. You really can't go wrong but you have to shoot self-defense ammo in your carry gun so that you know that it will work when needed.  If you can, if not somebody that you know by you hopefully will be able to call 911, you want to give your account of the situation first because if you don't and the other people make the 911 call and say that you were aggressive and you overreacted and your bloodthirsty maniac, the officers are going to show up and that's what they're going to expect out of you. Be the first one to call 911 in order to do so you have to have your phone on you. I cannot stress enough the need for additional training after you get your carry permit. Many states require training and a lot of people say well that's good enough. Well actually it's not. The additional training will not only help your mindset, your shooting proficiency, possibly your state laws but in case you ever have to use that gun you will be seen as more of an expert if you went on to take additional training. It will help you in court the more knowledgeable you are with the certificates to prove that you completed these classes is invaluable. Those are my concealed carry must-haves. I feel each of these are essential but let me know what you think. Let me know if you agree with my points or if there are any that you'd like to add because I missed them. If you like videos like this please subscribe and share. I always appreciate thumbs up button. Thanks for watching and you guys be safe.