Sonnet 62

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
   'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
   Painting my age with beauty of thy days.

http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonnet/62

One little straggler: the swallow that didn’t fly south for the winter

Straggler はぐれもの

aving returned here from their homes in Africa in late March or early April, they settle down to raise two or sometimes three broods of young before heading back south in early October.

Broods ひな

The reason they come to Britain – and can be found across much of North America, Europe and Asia – to take advantage of the long daylight hours of the northern summer, and the resulting abundance of insect food. 

Abundance 多量の

 As the authors of the most recent Atlas survey, covering the years 2007-11, commented: “Despite being a traditional harbinger of spring, swallows are departing later with growing frequency and in some areas attempting to overwinter”.

Harbinger きざし herald

While in the nest, a single brood of young swallows consumes a mind-boggling 150,000 insects. 

Mind-boggling 驚きの

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2020/nov/22/one-little-straggler-the-swallow-that-didnt-fly-south-for-the-winter