SONNETCAST
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  • OVERVIEW
    • Introduction
    • The Procreation Sonnets
  • THE SONNETS
    • Sonnet 1: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase
    • Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow
    • Sonnet 3: Look in Thy Glass and Tell the Face Thou Viewest
    • Sonnet 4: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend
    • Sonnet 5: Those Hours That With Gentle Work Did Frame
    • Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface
    • Sonnet 7: Lo! In the Orient When the Gracious Light
    • Sonnet 8: Music to Hear, Why Hearst Thou Music Sadly?
    • Sonnet 9: Is it for Fear to Wet a Widow's Eye
    • Sonnet 10: For Shame Deny That Thou Bearst Love to Any
    • Sonnet 11: As Fast as Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Growst
    • Sonnet 12: When I Do Count the Clock that Tells the Time
    • Sonnet 13: O That You Were Yourself, But Love, You Are
    • Sonnet 14: Not From the Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck
    • Sonnet 15: When I Consider Every Thing That Grows
    • Sonnet 16: But Wherefore Do Not You a Mightier Way
    • Sonnet 17: Who Will Believe My Verse in Time to Come
    • Sonnet 18: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day
    • Sonnet 19: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou the Lion's Paws
    • Sonnet 20: A Woman's Face, With Nature's Own Hand Painted
    • Sonnet 21: So Is it Not With Me as With That Muse
    • Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old
    • Sonnet 23: As an Unperfect Actor on the Stage
    • Sonnet 24: Mine Eye Hath Played the Painter and Hath Stelled
    • Sonnet 25: Let Those Who Are in Favour With Their Stars
    • Sonnet 26: Lord of My Love to Whom in Vassalage
    • Sonnet 27: Weary With Toil, I Haste Me to My Bed
    • Sonnet 28: How Can I Then Return in Happy Plight
    • Sonnet 29: When in Disgrace With Fortune and Men's Eyes
    • Sonnet 30: When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought
    • Sonnet 31: Thy Bosom Is Endeared With All Hearts
    • Sonnet 32: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day
    • Sonnet 33: Full Many a Glorious Morning Have I Seen
    • Sonnet 34: Why Didst Thou Promise Such a Beauteous Day
    • Sonnet 35: No More Be Grieved at That Which Thou Hast Done
    • Sonnet 36: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain
    • Sonnet 37: As a Decrepit Father Takes Delight
    • Sonnet 38: How Can My Muse Want Subject to Invent
    • Sonnet 39: O How Thy Worth With Manners May I Sing
    • Sonnet 40: Take All My Loves, My Love, Yea Take Them All
    • Sonnet 41: Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits
    • Sonnet 42: That Thou Hast Her, it Is Not All My Grief
    • Sonnet 43: When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See
    • Sonnet 44: If the Dull Substance of My Flesh Were Thought
    • Sonnet 45: The Other Two, Slight Air and Purging Fire
    • Sonnet 46: Mine Eye and Heart Are at a Mortal War
    • Sonnet 47: Betwixt Mine Eye and Heart a League Is Took
    • Sonnet 48: How Careful Was I When I Took My Way
    • Sonnet 49: Against That Time, if Ever That Time Come
    • Sonnet 50: How Heavy Do I Journey on the Way
    • Sonnet 51: Thus Can My Love Excuse the Slow Offence
  • THE SONNETEER
  • TEXT NOTE
  • CONTACT

Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old

My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date,
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate;
For all that beauty that doth cover thee
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me;
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O therefore, love, be of thyself so wary,
As I, not for myself, but for thee will,
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary,
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
       Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain,
​       Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old
So long as youth and thou are of one date,

My mirror – glass – will not persuade me that I am old for as long as youth and you are of the same age – are of one date – in other words, so long as you are young.
But when in thee time's furrows I behold
​Then look I death my days should expiate;
But when I start to see lines on your face, then will I look to death to absolve me from the sins of my days, in other words release me from life, because then I will accept that I am old.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee
​Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
​​Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me,

Because all that beauty that covers you – of which I have spoken so much now in my sonnets – is just the tasteful, appropriate and fitting clothing worn by my heart, since much as your heart lives in my breast, my heart lives in your breast, and so your body with all your beauty effectively is the clothing for my heart.
​How can I then be elder than thou art?
This being the case, how can I be older than you?
O therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will,

For this reason – because my heart lives in your breast – take such good care of yourself as I will take care of myself, not for my own sake, but for yours...
​Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
​As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.

...carrying your heart in my breast, which I will keep with so much care and attention – chary – as a tender nurse would devote to the baby entrusted to her, so as to keep it from coming to any harm.
       Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain:
       Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.

Do not presume to get your heart back when my heart dies or is killed: you gave me your heart never to be given it back again.

The superficially traditional and almost a little wistful sounding Sonnet 22 is the first one to address the age difference between William Shakespeare and his young lover and it is also the first one to expressly show us that – certainly as far as the poet is concerned and believes to understand – this love is mutual and reciprocated. Which makes this the third sonnet in quick succession to give us invaluable insights into Shakespeare's emotional world. 

I, the poet, William Shakespeare look at myself in the mirror and although what I see would suggest that I am beginning to show signs of age, I do not feel that I have to accept them. The furrows or lines that time draws or carves into my face are not mentioned here, but they are hinted at by my saying that it is when I see them in you that I will welcome death because only then will age actually have any meaning for me. Of course, we have had the "deep trenches in thy beauty's field" of Sonnet 2 and "carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow" in Sonnet 19, so the idea that Time draws lines on us as we age is well established even within this sequence.

But for as long as you are young, I too am young, because my heart lives in you and so your beauty is like an outfit for my heart which means I cannot be older than you. While this does not logically follow, the sentiment is clear: as you have taken me into your heart in the same way that I have taken you into mine, we are on the same page and therefore age is irrelevant. And because my heart lives in you, you should be careful and protect yourself from harm, much as I will do the same, not because I don't want any harm to come to me, but because your heart similarly lives in me, and so I bear responsibility for its wellbeing and safety.

And then this in its own way quite devastating final couplet:

Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain:
Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.


This, in tone sounds like both a declaration and a plea, and it may of course also be to some extent wishful thinking: we have asked the question before without being able to answer it: what does the young man make of all of this? And here we have someone who is clearly in love, who has laid his cards on the table and declared his passion for someone, telling him that as far as he is concerned, this love is for real and for good.

The two principal takeaways we receive from this lovely poem then are these: Firstly, William Shakespeare acknowledges that he is older than the young man. We have taken this as read for some time now, more or less since the beginning of the series, and certainly the fact that the young man is young is well established. But this is the first time I, the poet, position myself in relation to this youth, and by rhetorically asking 'how can I be older than you', I confirm what we've effectively known all along: I am older than you. How much older, we don't know, but we've set the parameters to between at least roughly ten to at most roughly twenty years older, depending on when exactly these particular sonnets are written and whom exactly they are addressed to. This does raise the fascinating question of age and what is a 'mature' or even 'old' age in Shakespeare's day, compared to today, and we will delve into this a little deeper a bit later in the series, because Shakespeare clearly is preoccupied with his age and refers to it on many more occasions.

Secondly, William Shakespeare suggests an emotional attachment on the young man's part that is equivalent to his own. Whether he has reason to do so or not we don't know: what we do know is that as far as I, the poet, am concerned, my heart lives in your breast, as yours does in mine, and you gave me your heart, not for me to give it back again. The fact that Shakespeare says this has happened does not mean that it has happened, but it does mean that he thinks it has happened, or at the very least wants to think that this has happened. And for anyone who has ever been head over heels in love with someone else this will not be in the least bit unfamiliar: how often do we project our own feelings onto someone else and interpret what they say or do in the way we want to understand it.

The reason I am flagging this up here as a possibility does not, however, lie in this sonnet. Sonnet 22 gives no real rise to doubt. But as soon as we glance only one or specifically two sonnets ahead, and then two or three further, we will realise that everything may not be as quite certain as it seems and as our poet clearly would wish...

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SONNETCAST – WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS RECITED, REVEALED, RELIVED
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  • Home
  • About
  • OVERVIEW
    • Introduction
    • The Procreation Sonnets
  • THE SONNETS
    • Sonnet 1: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase
    • Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow
    • Sonnet 3: Look in Thy Glass and Tell the Face Thou Viewest
    • Sonnet 4: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend
    • Sonnet 5: Those Hours That With Gentle Work Did Frame
    • Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface
    • Sonnet 7: Lo! In the Orient When the Gracious Light
    • Sonnet 8: Music to Hear, Why Hearst Thou Music Sadly?
    • Sonnet 9: Is it for Fear to Wet a Widow's Eye
    • Sonnet 10: For Shame Deny That Thou Bearst Love to Any
    • Sonnet 11: As Fast as Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Growst
    • Sonnet 12: When I Do Count the Clock that Tells the Time
    • Sonnet 13: O That You Were Yourself, But Love, You Are
    • Sonnet 14: Not From the Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck
    • Sonnet 15: When I Consider Every Thing That Grows
    • Sonnet 16: But Wherefore Do Not You a Mightier Way
    • Sonnet 17: Who Will Believe My Verse in Time to Come
    • Sonnet 18: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day
    • Sonnet 19: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou the Lion's Paws
    • Sonnet 20: A Woman's Face, With Nature's Own Hand Painted
    • Sonnet 21: So Is it Not With Me as With That Muse
    • Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old
    • Sonnet 23: As an Unperfect Actor on the Stage
    • Sonnet 24: Mine Eye Hath Played the Painter and Hath Stelled
    • Sonnet 25: Let Those Who Are in Favour With Their Stars
    • Sonnet 26: Lord of My Love to Whom in Vassalage
    • Sonnet 27: Weary With Toil, I Haste Me to My Bed
    • Sonnet 28: How Can I Then Return in Happy Plight
    • Sonnet 29: When in Disgrace With Fortune and Men's Eyes
    • Sonnet 30: When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought
    • Sonnet 31: Thy Bosom Is Endeared With All Hearts
    • Sonnet 32: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day
    • Sonnet 33: Full Many a Glorious Morning Have I Seen
    • Sonnet 34: Why Didst Thou Promise Such a Beauteous Day
    • Sonnet 35: No More Be Grieved at That Which Thou Hast Done
    • Sonnet 36: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain
    • Sonnet 37: As a Decrepit Father Takes Delight
    • Sonnet 38: How Can My Muse Want Subject to Invent
    • Sonnet 39: O How Thy Worth With Manners May I Sing
    • Sonnet 40: Take All My Loves, My Love, Yea Take Them All
    • Sonnet 41: Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits
    • Sonnet 42: That Thou Hast Her, it Is Not All My Grief
    • Sonnet 43: When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See
    • Sonnet 44: If the Dull Substance of My Flesh Were Thought
    • Sonnet 45: The Other Two, Slight Air and Purging Fire
    • Sonnet 46: Mine Eye and Heart Are at a Mortal War
    • Sonnet 47: Betwixt Mine Eye and Heart a League Is Took
    • Sonnet 48: How Careful Was I When I Took My Way
    • Sonnet 49: Against That Time, if Ever That Time Come
    • Sonnet 50: How Heavy Do I Journey on the Way
    • Sonnet 51: Thus Can My Love Excuse the Slow Offence
  • THE SONNETEER
  • TEXT NOTE
  • CONTACT