Friday, February 5, 2010


Ok for this week it is Sonnet 23, i really liked this sonnet. It is written a bit different than his other sonnets, it just sounds different to me. I really like it, hope you do to.
Sonnet 23

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burden of mine own love’s might.
O let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
  O learn to read what silent love hath writ!
  To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit
-William Shakespeare

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