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“Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,/That they behold, and see not what they see? “
Shakespeare Sonnet #137 SONNET 137 Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They know what beauty is, see where it lies, Yet what the best is take the … Continue reading
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“Make but my name thy love, and love that still,/And then thou lovest me, for my name is ‘Will.’”
Shakespeare Sonnet #136 SONNET 136 If thy soul cheque 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, … Continue reading
Shakespeare Sonnet #135…Plus a Bonus!
William Shakespeare SONNET 135 Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy ‘Will,’ And ‘Will’ to boot, and ‘Will’ in overplus; More than enough am I that vex thee still, To thy sweet will making addition thus. 4 Wilt thou, whose … Continue reading
“Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me:/He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.”
Shakespeare Sonnet #134 SONNET 134 So, now I have confess’d that he is thine, And I myself am mortgaged to thy will, Myself I’ll forfeit, so that other mine Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still: But thou wilt … Continue reading
“Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan/For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!”
Shakespeare Sonnet #133 SONNET 133 Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! Is’t not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet’st friend must be? … Continue reading
“Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,/Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,/Have put on black and loving mourners be,/Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.”
Shakespeare Sonnet #132 SONNET 132 Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, Have put on black and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not the … Continue reading
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“Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;”
William Shakespeare Sonnet #131 ————————- SONNET 131 Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know’st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel. … Continue reading
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“Our wills and fates do so contrary run/That our devices are overthrown:/Our thoughts our ours, their ends none of our own.”
Hamlet Act Three, Part Three By Dennis Abrams I found this description of Hamlet (the man, not the play, although he’s really a character in a play, but you know what I mean), in Mark Van Doren’s Shakespeare that I … Continue reading
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My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;/Coral is far more red then her lips’ red…’
William Shakespeare Sonnet #130 ————————– SONNET 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 dun; If hairs be wires, black wires … Continue reading
“Last scene of all,/That ends this strange eventful history,/Is second childishness and mere oblivion,/Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”
As You Like It Another Perspectives By Dennis Abrams ————————— From Marjorie Garber: “The Forest of Arden, then, is a golden world, an Eden, an Arcady, and in some sense a tongue-in-cheek parody of all these. But what is it … Continue reading
