Some may be wondering where all the Shakespeare is anyway on this blog. Well here it is my fair ladies and lads. Here thine is.
I will be posting more sonnets and fancy, lovely quotes, and remarks on plays from now on.
Shakespeare had a unique rhyme scheme of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG as opposed to the Petrarchan rhyme.
Now let us put our hands together and enjoy one of his great sonnets.
SONNET 20 by Shakespeare
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
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