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Sonnet XXXI

Sonnet XXXI

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead,
And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I loved I view in thee,
And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
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Sonnet XXVIII

Sonnet XXVIII

How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eased by night,
But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd?
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me;
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day, to please them thou art bright
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer
And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger.
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Sonnet XXVI

Sonnet XXVI

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it;
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspect
And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
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Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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Sonnet XXIII

Sonnet XXIII

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
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Sonnet XVIII: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Sonnet XVIII: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
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Sonnet XXI

Sonnet XXI

So is it not with me as with that Muse
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse
Making a couplement of proud compare,
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
O' let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother's child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air:
Let them say more than like of hearsay well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
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Sonnet XVI

Sonnet XVI

But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens yet unset
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
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Sonnet XLVIII

Sonnet XLVIII

How careful was I, when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unused stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy of comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou, best of dearest and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
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Sonnet XLVI

Sonnet XLVI

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie-A
closet never pierced with crystal eyes-But
the defendant doth that plea deny
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impanneled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part:
As thus; mine eye's due is thy outward part,
And my heart's right thy inward love of heart.
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Identification and basic context

William Shakespeare is the most celebrated playwright and poet in the English language. He is often referred to by his pseudonyms, though none were widely adopted during his lifetime. He was born and died in Stratford-upon-Avon, England. His father was a glover and alderman, placing him in a respectable social standing within the town. Shakespeare was an English national and wrote exclusively in English.

Childhood and education

Details of Shakespeare's childhood are scarce, but it is generally assumed he attended the Stratford grammar school, where he would have received a solid grounding in Latin and classical literature. This formal education, supplemented by his keen observation of life and his prodigious reading, laid the foundation for his literary genius. He did not pursue higher education at university.

Literary trajectory

Shakespeare began his career in London in the late 1580s or early 1590s, likely as an actor and adapter of plays before establishing himself as a playwright. His career spanned roughly two decades, during which he wrote approximately 39 plays, 154 sonnets, and several longer poems. His work evolved over time, moving from early comedies and historical plays to his great tragedies and later romances. He was a key member of the acting company the Lord Chamberlain's Men (later the King's Men) and a shareholder in the Globe Theatre.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Shakespeare's major works encompass tragedies ('Hamlet', 'Othello', 'King Lear', 'Macbeth', 'Romeo and Juliet'), comedies ('A Midsummer Night's Dream', 'Twelfth Night', 'As You Like It'), history plays ('Richard III', 'Henry V'), and his sonnets. His dominant themes are universal and enduring: love, death, ambition, jealousy, revenge, fate, appearance versus reality, and the nature of power. He masterfully employed various forms, including blank verse (iambic pentameter) and rhyming couplets, experimenting with structure and pacing. His poetic devices are legendary, utilizing metaphor, simile, personification, and wordplay with extraordinary skill to create rich imagery and profound meaning. His tone varies dramatically, from the profound despair of tragedy to the lighthearted wit of comedy. His poetic voice is multifaceted, capable of capturing the inner lives of kings, commoners, lovers, and fools. His language is renowned for its richness, inventiveness, and rhetorical power, coining countless words and phrases that have entered common usage.

Cultural and historical context

Shakespeare lived during the Elizabethan and Jacobean eras, a period of significant cultural, political, and economic change in England. His plays reflect the political machinations of the court, the exploration of new territories, and the prevailing religious and social anxieties of the time. He was part of a vibrant London theatre scene, interacting with contemporaries like Christopher Marlowe and Ben Jonson. His work engages with Renaissance humanism, the concept of divine right of kings, and evolving ideas about psychology and human nature.

Personal life

While much of Shakespeare's personal life remains private, he married Anne Hathaway and had three children: Susanna, and twins Hamnet and Judith. The death of his son Hamnet at a young age is speculated to have influenced themes in plays like 'Hamlet'. His friendships within the theatre world were crucial to his career. He maintained strong ties to his hometown of Stratford-upon-Avon, where he eventually retired and purchased property. His religious beliefs are a subject of scholarly debate, but his works often engage with Christian morality and theology.

Recognition and reception

Shakespeare achieved considerable fame and financial success during his lifetime, though perhaps not the same level of academic reverence as he enjoys today. His plays were popular with audiences across social classes. Posthumously, his reputation grew exponentially, and he came to be recognized as the pre-eminent figure in English literature. His works are continuously performed, studied, and celebrated worldwide, solidifying his place in the global literary canon.

Influences and legacy

Shakespeare drew inspiration from classical Roman and Greek literature (Plutarch, Ovid, Seneca), medieval morality plays, and earlier English chronicles and romances. His influence on subsequent literature, theatre, and language is immeasurable. He has inspired countless playwrights, poets, novelists, and artists across centuries and cultures. His works have been translated into virtually every major language and continue to be a cornerstone of literary education and theatrical production. His inventive use of language has permanently enriched the English lexicon.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Shakespeare's plays have been subjected to endless critical interpretation, exploring themes of political power, social justice, gender roles, psychology, and existentialism. Scholars and critics continue to debate character motivations, historical accuracy, and the philosophical underpinnings of his works. His texts are constantly re-examined through new critical lenses, including feminist, post-colonial, and psychoanalytic approaches.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Shakespeare's handwriting is notoriously difficult to decipher, with only a few authenticated signatures surviving. His acting career is less documented than his playwriting. The authorship question, suggesting someone else wrote the plays attributed to him, persists despite overwhelming scholarly consensus supporting Shakespeare of Stratford. His knowledge of legal matters and Italian settings in his plays has also been a subject of curiosity.

Death and memory

William Shakespeare died on April 23, 1616, in Stratford-upon-Avon. He was buried in the chancel of Holy Trinity Church. His will famously leaves his 'second-best bed' to his wife. His enduring memory is primarily preserved through the continuous performance and study of his plays and poems, the preservation of his birthplace and home, and his monumental impact on the English language and global culture.