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PostSubject: [Poetry] Shakespeare's sonnets.   Thu Feb 12, 2009 2:51 pm

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    1st Sonnet

    FROM fairest creatures we desire increase,
    That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
    But as the riper should by time decease,
    His tender heir might bear his memory;
    But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
    Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
    Making a famine where abundance lies,
    Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
    Thout that are now the world's fresh ornament
    And only herald to the gaudy spring,
    Within thine own bud buriest thy content
    And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
    Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
    To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

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    2nd Sonnet

    THEN forty winters shall besiege thy brow
    And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
    Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
    Will be a tottered weed of small worth held:
    Then being asked where all thy beauty lies,
    Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
    To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes
    Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
    How much more prasie deserved thy beauty's use
    If thou couldst answer, 'This fair child of mine
    Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
    Proving his beauty by succession thine.
    This were to be new made when thou art old
    And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st cold.

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    3rd Sonnet

    LOOK in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
    Now is the time that face should form another,
    Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
    Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
    For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
    Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
    Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
    Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
    Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
    Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
    So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
    Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
    But if thou live rememb'red not to be,
    Die single, and thine image dies with thee.

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    4th Sonnet

    UNTHRIFTY loveliness, why dost thou spend
    Upon thyself they beauty's legacy?
    Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,
    And, being frank, she lends to those are free.
    Then, beateous niggard, why dost thou abuse
    The bounteous largess given thee to give?
    Profitless userer, why dost thou use
    So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
    For, having traffic with thyself alone,
    Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive:
    Then how, when Nature calls thee to be gone,
    What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
    Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
    Which, us├Ęd, lives th' executor to be.

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    5th Sonnet

    THOSE hours that with gentle work did frame
    The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
    Will play the tyrants to the very same
    And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
    For never-resting time leads summer on
    To hideous winter and confounds him there,
    Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
    Beauty o'ersnowed and bareness everywhere.
    Then, were not summer's distillation left
    A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
    Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
    Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:
    But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,
    Leese but there snow; their substance still lives sweet.
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PostSubject: Re: [Poetry] Shakespeare's sonnets.   Fri May 29, 2009 2:04 am

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    6th Sonnet

    THEN let not winter's ragged hand deface
    In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
    Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
    With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd.
    That use is not forbidden usury,
    Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
    That's for thyself to breed another thee,
    Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
    Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
    If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
    Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart,
    Leaving thee living in posterity?
    Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
    To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.

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    7th Sonnet

    LO! in the orient when the gracious light
    Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
    Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
    Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
    And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
    Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
    yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
    Attending on his golden pilgrimage;
    But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
    Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
    The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
    From his low tract and look another way:
    So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,
    Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son.

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    8th Sonnet

    MUSIC to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
    Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
    Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly,
    Or else receivest with pleasure thine annoy?
    If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
    By unions married, do offend thine ear,
    They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
    In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
    Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
    Strikes each in each by mutual ordering,
    Resembling sire and child and happy mother
    Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
    Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,
    Sings this to thee: 'thou single wilt prove none.'

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    9th Sonnet

    IS it for fear to wet a widow's eye
    That thou consumest thyself in single life?
    Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die.
    The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife;
    The world will be thy widow and still weep
    That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
    When every private widow well may keep
    By children's eyes her husband's shape in mind.
    Look, what an unthrift in the world doth spend
    Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
    But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
    And kept unused, the user so destroys it.
    No love toward others in that bosom sits
    That on himself such murderous shame commits.

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    10th Sonnet

    FOR shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
    Who for thyself art so unprovident.
    Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
    But that thou none lovest is most evident;
    For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate
    That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire.
    Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
    Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
    O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind!
    Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
    Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
    Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
    Make thee another self, for love of me,
    That beauty still may live in thine or thee.

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PostSubject: Re: [Poetry] Shakespeare's sonnets.   Fri May 29, 2009 2:20 am

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    11th Sonnet

    AS fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
    In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
    And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowest
    Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
    Herein lives wisdom, beauty and increase:
    Without this, folly, age and cold decay:
    If all were minded so, the times should cease
    And threescore year would make the world away.
    Let those whom Nature hath not made for store,
    Harsh featureless and rude, barrenly perish:
    Look, whom she best endow'd she gave the more;
    Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
    She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby
    Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.

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