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Sonnet LXXIX

Sonnet LXXIX

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
But now my gracious numbers are decay'd
And my sick Muse doth give another place.
I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen,
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of and pays it thee again.
He lends thee virtue and he stole that word
From thy behavior; beauty doth he give
And found it in thy cheek; he can afford
No praise to thee but what in thee doth live.
Then thank him not for that which he doth say,
Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay.
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Sonnet LXXIII

Sonnet LXXIII

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou seest the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the death-bed whereon it must expire

Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
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Sonnet LXXI

Sonnet LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
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Sonnet LXVI

Sonnet LXVI

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
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Sonnet LXIX

Sonnet LXIX

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd;
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds;
Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The solve is this, that thou dost common grow.
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Sonnet LXIII

Sonnet LXIII

Against my love shall be, as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night,
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing or vanish'd out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
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Sonnet LXI

Sonnet LXI

Is it thy will thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenor of thy jealousy?
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake;
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all too near.
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Sonnet LVIII

Sonnet LVIII

That god forbid that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
O, let me suffer, being at your beck,
The imprison'd absence of your liberty;
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each cheque,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilege your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell;
Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.
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Sonnet LVI

Sonnet LVI

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might:
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Else call it winter, which being full of care
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
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Sonnet LIX

Sonnet LIX

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
Which, labouring for invention, bear amiss
The second burden of a former child!
O, that record could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in character was done!
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composed wonder of your frame;
Whether we are mended, or whether better they,
Or whether revolution be the same.


O, sure I am, the wits of former days
To subjects worse have given admiring praise.
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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.