Shakespeare sonnet 1305/7/2023 ![]() : I’m learning this to have it on my head and use for all sorts of things. : Beginning to assemble these materials, I’m proud that I wrote out the sonnet above from memory (all except for the punctuation at the end of lines, which I will go back and add in later). She gave me advice on the use of punctuation, supporting materials, thoughts on meanings (and multiple meanings at that) and all around making something that can seem complicated and daunting into something really fun and wonderful. : It’s very important for me, at the outset, to thank my dearest pal Susie Amos for helping me think through this sonnet. ![]() My mistress when she walks treds on the ground.Īnd yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare That music hath a far more pleasing sound I love to hear her speak, yet well I know Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I have seen roses damasked red and white,Īnd in some perfumes is there more delight ![]() ![]() If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun, My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun ![]()
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