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“We look back at Shakespeare and regret our absence from him because it seems an absence from reality.”

Conclusion to The Play’s The Thing Part Two By Dennis Abrams ———————————- Honestly, I can’t believe it’s over. For two and half years, We’ve been reading and talking and thinking about Shakespeare. And to help bring this to a close, … Continue reading

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“My love is as a fever, longing still/For that which longer nurseth the disease…”

Shakespeare Sonnet #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 … Continue reading

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“So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,/And, Death once dead, there’s no more dying then.”

Shakespeare Sonnet #146 Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, [Why feed’st] these rebel powers that thee array? Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so … Continue reading

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“Two loves I have of comfort and despair,/Which like two spirits do suggest me still…”

Shakespeare Sonnet #144 SONNET 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 worser spirit a woman colour’d ill. To win me soon … Continue reading

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“Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch/One of her feather’d creatures broke away,…”

Shakespeare Sonnet #143 Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch One of her feather’d creatures broke away, Sets down her babe and makes an swift dispatch In pursuit of the thing she would have stay, Whilst her neglected child … Continue reading

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“Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,/Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:”

Shakespeare Sonnet #142 Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with mine compare thou thine own state, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving; Or, if it … Continue reading

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“In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,/For they in thee a thousand errors note;”

Shakespeare Sonnet #141 SONNET 141 In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note; But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who in despite of view is pleased to … Continue reading

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