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  • OVERVIEW
    • Introduction
    • The Procreation Sonnets
    • Special Guest: Professor Stephen Regan – The Sonnet as a Poetic Form
    • Special Guests: Sir Stanley Wells and Paul Edmondson – The Order of the Sonnets
    • The Halfway Point Summary
    • The Rival Poet
    • Special Guest: Professor Gabriel Egan – Computational Approaches to the Study of Shakespeare
    • Special Guest: Professor Abigail Rokison-Woodall – Speaking Shakespeare
    • Special Guest: Professor David Crystal – Original Pronunciation
    • The Fair Youth
    • Special Guest: Professor Phyllis Rackin – Shakespeare and Women
    • The Dark Lady
    • A Lover's Complaint
  • 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
    • Sonnet 52: So Am I as the Rich, Whose Blessed Key
    • Sonnet 53: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made
    • Sonnet 54: O How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem
    • Sonnet 55: Not Marble, Nor the Gilded Monuments
    • Sonnet 56: Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force, Be it Not Said
    • Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend
    • Sonnet 58: That God Forbid That Made Me First Your Slave
    • Sonnet 59: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is
    • Sonnet 60: Like as the Waves Make Towards the Pebbled Shore
    • Sonnet 61: Is it Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open
    • Sonnet 62: Sin of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye
    • Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be as I Am Now
    • Sonnet 64: When I have Seen by Time's Fell Hand Defaced
    • Sonnet 65: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea
    • Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, for Restful Death I Cry
    • Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live
    • Sonnet 68: Thus Is His Cheek the Map of Days Outworn
    • Sonnet 69: Those Parts of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View
    • Sonnet 70: That Thou Are Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect
    • Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn for Me When I Am Dead
    • Sonnet 72: O Lest the World Should Task You to Recite
    • Sonnet 73: That Time of Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold
    • Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest
    • Sonnet 75: So Are You to My Thoughts as Food to Life
    • Sonnet 76: Why Is My Verse so Barren of New Pride
    • Sonnet 77: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear
    • Sonnet 78: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee for My Muse
    • Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid
    • Sonnet 80: O How I Faint When I of You Do Write
    • Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph to Make
    • Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married to My Muse
    • Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need
    • Sonnet 84: Who Is it That Says Most, Which Can Say More
    • Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse in Manners Holds Her Still
    • Sonnet 86: Was it the Proud Full Sail of His Great Verse
    • Sonnet 87: Farewell, Thou Art Too Dear for My Posessing
    • Sonnet 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed to Set Me Light
    • Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me for Some Fault
    • Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, if Ever, Now
    • Sonnet 91: Some Glory in Their Birth, Some in Their Skill
    • Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst to Steal Thyself Away
    • Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True
    • Sonnet 94: They That Have Power to Hurt and Will Do None
    • Sonnet 95: How Sweet and Lovely Dost Thou Make the Shame
    • Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness
    • Sonnet 97: How Like a Winter Hath my Absence Been
    • Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent in the Spring
    • Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide
    • Sonnet 100: Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forgetst so Long
    • Sonnet 101: O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy Amends
    • Sonnet 102: My Love Is Strengthened Though More Weak in Seeming
    • Sonnet 103: Alack, What Poverty My Muse Brings Forth
    • Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old
    • Sonnet 105: Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry
    • Sonnet 106: When in the Chronicle of Wasted Time
    • Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears Nor the Prophetic Soul
    • Sonnet 108: What's in the Brain That Ink May Character
    • Sonnet 109: O Never Say That I Was False of Heart
    • Sonnet 110: Alas, 'Tis True I Have Gone Here and There
    • Sonnet 111: O For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide
    • Sonnet 112: Your Love and Pity Doth Th'Impression Fill
    • Sonnet 113: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is in My Mind
    • Sonnet 114: Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With You
    • Sonnet 115: Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie
    • Sonnet 116: Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds
    • Sonnet 117: Accuse Me Thus, That I Have Scanted All
    • Sonnet 118: Like as to Make Our Appetites More Keen
    • Sonnet 119: What Potions Have I Drunk of Siren Tears
    • Sonnet 120: That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now
    • Sonnet 121: Tis Better to Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed
    • Sonnet 122: Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain
    • Sonnet 123: No! Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change
    • Sonnet 124: If My Dear Love Were But the Child of State
    • Sonnet 125: Were't Aught to Me I Bore the Canopy
    • Sonnet 126: O Thou, My Lovely Boy, Who in Thy Power
    • Sonnet 127: In the Old Age Black Was Not Counted Fair
    • Sonnet 128: How Oft When Thou, My Music, Music Playst
    • Sonnet 129: Th'Expense of Spirit in a Waste of Shame
    • Sonnet 130: My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun
    • Sonnet 131: Thou Art as Tyrannous, so as Thou Art
    • Sonnet 132: Thine Eyes I love, and They, as Pitying Me
    • Sonnet 133: Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart to Groan
    • Sonnet 134: So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine
    • Sonnet 135: Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will
    • Sonnet 136: If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come so Near
    • Sonnet 137: Thou Blind Fool Love, What Dost Thou to Mine Eyes
    • Sonnet 138: When My Love Swears That She Is Made of Truth
    • Sonnet 139: O Call Not Me to Justify the Wrong
    • Sonnet 140: Be Wise as Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press
    • Sonnet 141: In Faith, I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes
    • Sonnet 142: Love Is My Sin, and Thy Dear Virtue Hate
    • Sonnet 143: Lo! As a Careful Housewife Runs to Catch
    • Sonnet 144: Two Loves I Have of Comfort and Despair
    • Sonnet 145: Those Lips That Love's Own Hand Did Make
    • Sonnet 146: Poor Soul, the Centre of My Sinful Earth
    • Sonnet 147: My Love Is as a Fever, Longing Still
    • Sonnet 148: O Me! What Eyes Hath Love Put in My Head
    • Sonnet 149: Canst Thou, O Cruel, Say I Love Thee Not
    • Sonnet 150: O From What Power Hast Thou This Powerful Might
    • Sonnet 151: Love Is too Young to Know What Conscience Is
    • Sonnet 152: In Loving Thee Thou Knowst I Am Forsworn
    • Sonnet 153: Cupid Laid by His Brand and Fell Asleep
    • Sonnet 154: The Little Love-God, Lying Once Asleep
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Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave stay and think of nought,
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
       So true a fool is love that in your will,
​       Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
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Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?

Seeing that I am your slave, what should I do other than to wait for you and attend you and respond to your every whim and desire, much as a servant or slave would do in relation to their master?

The question is of course a rhetorical one, which invites the answer 'nothing', but an important nuance lies in the phrasing. Shakespeare does not ask, 'what should I do but attend you?' directly, but 'what should I do but attend the hours and times of your desire?' which makes it clear that what prompts the sonnet is not so much a feeling Shakespeare has that he is being put in a position where he is acting as his young lover's servant and having to run errands for him, but that he is having to wait around for him, in the process, as the following lines are about to suggest, wasting his own time and neglecting his own other concerns, such as they are.

And an additional layer of meaning may possibly be found in these "hours and times of your desire," because both this sonnet and the one that follows it, Sonnet 58, with which it clearly forms a pair, suggest that the young man is out and about conducting not only business but also other relationships and sexual encounters, and if that is the case, then the implication here is that Shakespeare is having to wait around for him, while the young man is going around following his desires, including sexual ones, elsewhere.
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.

I have no precious time of mine own that I would wish to spend on myself, doing other things, nor do I have any obligations or duties or even chores that I have to do, until you need me or need me to do something for you.

Patently this is not the reality of Shakespeare's life: we know that he had a very busy existence, writing not only these sonnets, but also many plays in very short succession, and he was working as an actor and an entrepreneurial member and co-owner of a theatre company, and he had a family in Stratford who depended upon him financially, so clearly he is being somewhat facetious.

Whether or not Shakespeare here is being truly and deliberately sarcastic will merit further investigation when we look at the poem and its companion piece, Sonnet 58, in the round, because the tone he strikes here that invites such a conclusion certainly continues:
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,

Nor would I dare to reproach or criticise the endless hours during which I wait and watch the clock for you, you being as a ruler or king to me.

Employing the term 'sovereign' here, which would really usually be applied to the king or queen, highlights the exaggerated discrepancy that Shakespeare demarcates between himself as a 'slave' and his young lover.

There may or may not be an allusion to 'queen' and to 'quean', the former being the sovereign of England at the time, the latter meaning "an impudent or badly behaved girl or woman" or simply "a prostitute" (Oxford Dictionaries), and if these two sonnets were to serve to admonish the young man for his licentious behaviour, then calling him in one go your king (as in absolute ruler or master), your queen (as in the equivalent to the most powerful person in the country), and a whore would make for pretty nifty wordsmithery on the part of William Shakespeare.

'World-without-end', meanwhile, is a particularly evocative way of saying 'endless', and Shakespeare uses it only once elsewhere, in Love's Labours Lost, where he has the Princess refer to a 'world-without-end' bargain.
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.

Nor dare I consider the bitter taste that your absence invariably leaves me with to be all that sour, once you have bid me, who I am your servant, 'adieu'. 

The line can also be read simply as: 'nor do I consider or think the bitterness of absence sour', as opposed to 'nor dare I', but since 'dare' is repeated in the next quatrain, I'm inclined to interpret the 'dare' above to apply throughout this quatrain too.

'Adieu', quite apart from enabling the required rhyme with 'you', is also telling: it is the form of 'goodbye' used in English to mark a departure for a long time, even forever, and this placing here is obviously designed to emphasise the long periods over which the young man absents himself from Shakespeare.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,

Nor do I dare jealously question where you may be or hazard a guess as to what you are up to.

'Affairs' here does not on its own necessarily imply a sexual or romantic liaison: the word was used simply to mean 'business' or 'dealings', though in the context here these dealings may well be implied to be of a sexual nature.
But like a sad slave stay and think of nought,
​Save where you are, how happy you make those.

But like a sad slave I am to stay at home or wherever else I am and think of nothing, except how happy you make the people around you who enjoy the privilege of your company, wherever you happen to be.

'Stay' here too comes with multiple meanings that combine to convey a powerful image: it may mean 'stay at home' or 'stay in the place that I'm confined to', as distinct from the place where you are. It also means 'remain in attendance and in service', in other words, I am at your beck and call, and it is what you tell a dog when you don't want it to follow you or move around.
       So true a fool is love that in your will,
​       Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.

So trusting, faithful, and sincere a fool is love that although you may do anything you want, he, love, thinks no ill of you.

This concluding couplet conflates love itself with the lover and effectively refers to William Shakespeare not only in the third person singular as the young man's lover, but as 'love', which, applied to a person, has a subtly diminutive effect, as in the very colloquial 'alright, love?', or, even where that is not the case or the intention, renders the person in love passive and recipient of – possibly wishful for – love as opposed to the agent of his own love and desire, the way the word 'lover' does.

Shakespeare makes it clear that he is talking about himself, not least by slipping in a double double entendre with 'will'. One is a pun on his own name – a device he uses much later in the collection almost to the point of overbearing excess – and one on sexual activity and desire and the sexual organ.

This multiple layering once again is no doubt deliberate as it allows Shakespeare to make quite forthright allegations against his young man while superficially claiming not to be bothered by his conduct at all and seeming to subject himself to the young man's social superiority and to his whims and fancies.

And although spellings and capitalisations in the Quarto Edition are far from consistent and therefore not dependable as indicators of intended additional meanings or puns, it may be significant and is certainly noteworthy that here the word 'Will' is capitalised.

Sonnets 57 & 58 once again come as a strongly linked pair, and with these sonnets , William Shakespeare positions himself at such a pointedly subservient angle to his lover that we may be forgiven for detecting in them a really rather rare and therefore all the more startling note of sarcasm. The argument that is being pursued is simple enough: I am your slave and therefore you are at liberty to do whatever you want, wherever you choose, with whomsoever you desire, and far be it from me to try to have any say or let alone control over how you spend your time. 

As on previous occasions, we shall look at the two poems together in the next episode, while concentrating on the first one of the two for now.

The idea that William Shakespeare's lover is a person of considerable social status has long formed itself in our mind. From the beginning of the Procreation Sequence, which consists of Sonnets 1-17, right into the bulk of what are commonly referred to as the Fair Youth Sonnets, which are all the sonnets, including the Procreation Sequence, from Sonnet 1 until now, and usually considered to continue and encompass the majority of the sonnets up to and including Sonnet 126, we noted that the young man addressed or talked about by certainly the sonnets so far seems to be the same person.

I need to stress, as I have done before: there is no external proof of this, and you will hear people argue in a different direction, namely that these sonnets may be addressed to a whole wide range of people, both men and women. And technically that may be so. But listening carefully and in great detail, as we have been doing, to what the words of these sonnets tell us, we keep finding character traits, events, behaviours and what appear to be Shakespeare's responses to these behaviours that feed a particular profile, which is of a person who meets certain criteria. We have looked at them and listed them before and I will of course dedicate a special episode to this young man and examine the various possibilities that exist for his identity or indeed identities to a much greater depth, but these two Sonnets, 57 & 58, make such a singularly special point about Shakespeare's station in life in relation to his young lover, that it is well worth attempting a short recap of references to status thus far.

Of the entire Procreation Sequence, Sonnets 1-17, we were fairly sure that it must be addressed to a young man who is in the eyes of the world – the world here meaning London society or English society – and who is seen to be of some importance by society, for reasons we explored there but which, in a nutshell, amount to an observation that in order for a young man to be so urged by a poet – very possibly on a commission – to produce an heir, there must be something at stake: a name, an estate, a family line, a reputation, a future. The young man is presented in these poems as someone who is known, admired, even revered, rather than as an ordinary subject of the Queen, and certainly not as William Shakespeare’s peer, such as a fellow actor or poet, or a member of his own family. 

In Sonnet 20, Shakespeare acknowledges the fact that the young man he is smitten with has the appearance of a woman and addresses him as "master-mistress of my passion." This on its own does not mean that the recipient has to be a nobleman, but it  means here is a first instance where Shakespeare uses terminology that suggests an either real or perceived imbalance between him and his lover, whom indeed by now he views and characterises as a lover.

In Sonnet 26, Shakespeare opens with the line “Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage | Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,” and goes on to declare that this duty is so great that a “wit so poor as mine | May make seem bare in wanting words to show it,” and that therefore he, Shakespeare, will not be able to present himself to his lover or boast of his love for him until fortune has turned him into a better poet.

Irrespective of whether this has happened or not, Sonnet 32 put forward the prospect that Shakespeare’s poetry would be “exceeded by the height of happier men,” and requested of the young man that he keep these verses for the sake of their love, even though he would be bound to receive better ones from virtually everyone else, which presupposes that the young man is in a position where poets of every ilk would compose poetry for him. This, again, is not something that happens to the stable boy or the footman – valuable humans though they be – or the youth who plays the girls in the theatre, the latter at least not on a grand scale. Although it may be true that he too, much as the footman and indeed the stable boy may all have their own admirers too...

Sonnet 33, although complaining bitterly about the young man’s conduct still refers to him as one of several “suns of the earth,” which immediately confers on him an elevated status too, and Sonnet 37, by now again in a conciliatory mood, speaks of the “beauty, birth or wealth or wit,” that the young man is endowed with of which beauty and wit may well be gifts that anyone, including the stable boy, the footman, or the boy playing the girls in a troupe of actors, can possess, but birth and wealth really sit exclusively with the privileged few, who are generally speaking, in Elizabethan England, the aristocracy.

Sonnet 38 again suggests that there may be many other poets similarly enticed to write poetry for the young man, and then Sonnet 40, although it once more, and quite forcefully, admonishes him, calls the young man “lascivious grace,” and that would be entirely uncalled for, were it not for the young man in all likelihood being a titled member of the nobility to whom the address ‘Grace’ would actually and appropriately apply.

There have been two or three subtler instances where we were either reminded or given to understand that Shakespeare views his young man as someone who is of an elevated status in society, and if you have been listening to this podcast, you may remember my conversation with Professor Stephen Regan who also noted how much many of these sonnets reflect on this particular theme.

Nowhere until now though has Shakespeare quite so let rip on the motif of status, and nowhere until now has he expressed himself so strongly in terms that make us wonder just how sincere he is being. He has been mildly sarcastic, or certainly, we thought, ironic before, not least when he disparaged his own writing, but to our ears today Sonnet 57 comes across as more than just borderline peeved: it comes close to being poetically passive-aggressive.

This, we have to bear in mind though, may be merely our perception, and the closing couplet of this sonnet does appear to show a degree of self-awareness and insight that softens the tenor of the rest of the sonnet into an almost laconic shrug of the shoulders that admits: well, I am a fool for being so beholden to you and making me so your slave, but that is how genuine and faithful I am in my love for you.

And so even though we may find it hard to take Will entirely seriously with this sonnet, he does not actually leave us suspended in a great deal of doubt, but rather in a place where we have to concede: maybe he isn’t being facetious at all, maybe he really does feel like that about his young man and is in essence content to be thus in his thrall, he, this young man, is a splendid specimen, after all.

Sonnet 58 will disabuse us of most of this notion, as Shakespeare cranks it all up several notches and concludes his ‘argument’, such as it is, though resigned to the situation, most certainly not in what we can call a happy disposition.

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  • Home
  • About
  • OVERVIEW
    • Introduction
    • The Procreation Sonnets
    • Special Guest: Professor Stephen Regan – The Sonnet as a Poetic Form
    • Special Guests: Sir Stanley Wells and Paul Edmondson – The Order of the Sonnets
    • The Halfway Point Summary
    • The Rival Poet
    • Special Guest: Professor Gabriel Egan – Computational Approaches to the Study of Shakespeare
    • Special Guest: Professor Abigail Rokison-Woodall – Speaking Shakespeare
    • Special Guest: Professor David Crystal – Original Pronunciation
    • The Fair Youth
    • Special Guest: Professor Phyllis Rackin – Shakespeare and Women
    • The Dark Lady
    • A Lover's Complaint
  • 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
    • Sonnet 52: So Am I as the Rich, Whose Blessed Key
    • Sonnet 53: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made
    • Sonnet 54: O How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem
    • Sonnet 55: Not Marble, Nor the Gilded Monuments
    • Sonnet 56: Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force, Be it Not Said
    • Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend
    • Sonnet 58: That God Forbid That Made Me First Your Slave
    • Sonnet 59: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is
    • Sonnet 60: Like as the Waves Make Towards the Pebbled Shore
    • Sonnet 61: Is it Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open
    • Sonnet 62: Sin of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye
    • Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be as I Am Now
    • Sonnet 64: When I have Seen by Time's Fell Hand Defaced
    • Sonnet 65: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea
    • Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, for Restful Death I Cry
    • Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live
    • Sonnet 68: Thus Is His Cheek the Map of Days Outworn
    • Sonnet 69: Those Parts of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View
    • Sonnet 70: That Thou Are Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect
    • Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn for Me When I Am Dead
    • Sonnet 72: O Lest the World Should Task You to Recite
    • Sonnet 73: That Time of Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold
    • Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest
    • Sonnet 75: So Are You to My Thoughts as Food to Life
    • Sonnet 76: Why Is My Verse so Barren of New Pride
    • Sonnet 77: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear
    • Sonnet 78: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee for My Muse
    • Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid
    • Sonnet 80: O How I Faint When I of You Do Write
    • Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph to Make
    • Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married to My Muse
    • Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need
    • Sonnet 84: Who Is it That Says Most, Which Can Say More
    • Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse in Manners Holds Her Still
    • Sonnet 86: Was it the Proud Full Sail of His Great Verse
    • Sonnet 87: Farewell, Thou Art Too Dear for My Posessing
    • Sonnet 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed to Set Me Light
    • Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me for Some Fault
    • Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, if Ever, Now
    • Sonnet 91: Some Glory in Their Birth, Some in Their Skill
    • Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst to Steal Thyself Away
    • Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True
    • Sonnet 94: They That Have Power to Hurt and Will Do None
    • Sonnet 95: How Sweet and Lovely Dost Thou Make the Shame
    • Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness
    • Sonnet 97: How Like a Winter Hath my Absence Been
    • Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent in the Spring
    • Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide
    • Sonnet 100: Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forgetst so Long
    • Sonnet 101: O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy Amends
    • Sonnet 102: My Love Is Strengthened Though More Weak in Seeming
    • Sonnet 103: Alack, What Poverty My Muse Brings Forth
    • Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old
    • Sonnet 105: Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry
    • Sonnet 106: When in the Chronicle of Wasted Time
    • Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears Nor the Prophetic Soul
    • Sonnet 108: What's in the Brain That Ink May Character
    • Sonnet 109: O Never Say That I Was False of Heart
    • Sonnet 110: Alas, 'Tis True I Have Gone Here and There
    • Sonnet 111: O For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide
    • Sonnet 112: Your Love and Pity Doth Th'Impression Fill
    • Sonnet 113: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is in My Mind
    • Sonnet 114: Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With You
    • Sonnet 115: Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie
    • Sonnet 116: Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds
    • Sonnet 117: Accuse Me Thus, That I Have Scanted All
    • Sonnet 118: Like as to Make Our Appetites More Keen
    • Sonnet 119: What Potions Have I Drunk of Siren Tears
    • Sonnet 120: That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now
    • Sonnet 121: Tis Better to Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed
    • Sonnet 122: Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain
    • Sonnet 123: No! Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change
    • Sonnet 124: If My Dear Love Were But the Child of State
    • Sonnet 125: Were't Aught to Me I Bore the Canopy
    • Sonnet 126: O Thou, My Lovely Boy, Who in Thy Power
    • Sonnet 127: In the Old Age Black Was Not Counted Fair
    • Sonnet 128: How Oft When Thou, My Music, Music Playst
    • Sonnet 129: Th'Expense of Spirit in a Waste of Shame
    • Sonnet 130: My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun
    • Sonnet 131: Thou Art as Tyrannous, so as Thou Art
    • Sonnet 132: Thine Eyes I love, and They, as Pitying Me
    • Sonnet 133: Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart to Groan
    • Sonnet 134: So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine
    • Sonnet 135: Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will
    • Sonnet 136: If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come so Near
    • Sonnet 137: Thou Blind Fool Love, What Dost Thou to Mine Eyes
    • Sonnet 138: When My Love Swears That She Is Made of Truth
    • Sonnet 139: O Call Not Me to Justify the Wrong
    • Sonnet 140: Be Wise as Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press
    • Sonnet 141: In Faith, I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes
    • Sonnet 142: Love Is My Sin, and Thy Dear Virtue Hate
    • Sonnet 143: Lo! As a Careful Housewife Runs to Catch
    • Sonnet 144: Two Loves I Have of Comfort and Despair
    • Sonnet 145: Those Lips That Love's Own Hand Did Make
    • Sonnet 146: Poor Soul, the Centre of My Sinful Earth
    • Sonnet 147: My Love Is as a Fever, Longing Still
    • Sonnet 148: O Me! What Eyes Hath Love Put in My Head
    • Sonnet 149: Canst Thou, O Cruel, Say I Love Thee Not
    • Sonnet 150: O From What Power Hast Thou This Powerful Might
    • Sonnet 151: Love Is too Young to Know What Conscience Is
    • Sonnet 152: In Loving Thee Thou Knowst I Am Forsworn
    • Sonnet 153: Cupid Laid by His Brand and Fell Asleep
    • Sonnet 154: The Little Love-God, Lying Once Asleep
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