My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
William Shakespeare
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
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1 Line 14: “as…compare” – as any woman misrepresented by exaggerated comparisons regarding her beauty
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (Sonnet 18)
William Shakespeare, 1564 -‐ 1616
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 dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
QUESTION
Is the final couplet a valid proof? Why or why not?
Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet 116)
William Shakespeare, 1564 -‐ 1616
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments.
2 Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-‐fixed mark, 3
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark, 4
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. 5
Love ’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come; 6
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
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If this be error, and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.
QUESTIONS:
1) What is your response to the description of love in this poem?
2) What kind of person might the speaker be? (Age? Experiences?)
3) Do you think the speaker’s concept of love is realistic? Why or why not?
2 impediments: obstacles . The traditional marriage service reads in part… “if any of you know cause or just impediment why these persons should not be joined together…”
3 mark: seamark – a landmark that can be seen from the sea and used as a guide in navigation
4 Bark: sailing ship
5 whose…height be taken : a reference to the star, whose value is measureless even though its altitude is measured by navigators
6 within…compass : within the range of his curving sickle
7 doom: Doomsday, Judgment Day
SONNET #75
Edmund Spenser
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, 8
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I write it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
“Vain man,” said she, “that dost in vain assay, 9
A mortal thing so to immortalize,
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise.” 10
“Not so,” quod I, “let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse, your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name.
Where whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew. “
1594
QUESTIONS
1) What images remain in your mind after reading this sonnet?
2) Why do you think the speaker in “Sonnet 75” wants to immortalize his love?
Explain your thinking.
3) Reread the final couplet. Do you agree with the speaker that love can overcome death?
8 Strand = Beach
9 Assay = Try
10 Eke = Also
SONNET 169
Francesco Petrarch
Rapt in the one fond thought that makes me stray from other men and walk this world alone, sometimes I have escaped myself and flown
to seek the very one that I should flee; so fair and fell I see her passing by 11
that the soul trembles to take flight again, so many armed sighs are in her train,
this lovely foe to Love himself and me!
And yet, upon that high and clouded brow
I seem to see a ray of pity shine,
shedding some light across the grieving heart:
so I call back my soul, and when I vow at last to tell her of my hidden pain,
I have so much to say I dare not start.
QUESTIONS:
1) What are your thoughts about the feelings the speaker expresses in this poem?
2) How would you describe the relationship between the speaker and his beloved?
11 Fell: cruel