There was once a king and three of his friends who promised each other to give up drinking, feasting and female company for three years, and devote themselves to the pure pursuits. The King was infatuated with the self-denying discipline of scholarship, deciding to win fame for himself by transforming his court into a little academy. However, the gentlemen meet a princess and her friends, and fall in love with them, so that they are unable to do what they intended: keep their nose in books. And keep their pants on!
But who can live in such a lovelorn state, anyhow?
William Shakespeare wrote the play Love’s Labour’s Lost in 1593 to be performed for private court circles when theatres were closed due to the plague. Plague did not come to Dubai this year; just blooms of roses and bunches of baby’s-breath, sent via courier pigeon from my affectionate suitor…
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And as every lover around the world knows, each lovesick suitor finds his means to profess ardent love in the way they know best….
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