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Shakespeare famed for his mastery of wordplay and double-meaning, such as in Sonnet 11's opening line, "As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st." This echoes the maxim, "Youth waineth by increasing," an aside of the elderly, with which Shakespeare will conclude his series of sonnets to the young man at Sonnet 126.
So, now I have confess’d that he is thine And I myself am mortgag’d to thy will, Myself I’ll forfeit, so that other mine Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still: But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free, For thou art covetous and he is kind; He learn’d but surety-like to write for me, Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.
Scholarly critic Gertrude Garrigues argues that Shakespeare's use of slave imagery is simply symbolic of man as a "slave of the senses". [12] Garrigues counters Booth's argument in her assertion that the speaker is simply a slave to his own feelings and not a slave to the dark lady.
Sonnet 135 is an English or Shakespearean sonnet.The English sonnet has three quatrains, followed by a final rhyming couplet.Nominally, it follows the rhyme scheme of ...
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/ × × / × / × / × / Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue; (139.3) Initial reversals also occur in lines 5 and 14, and potentially in line 9. Line 13 exhibits a rightward movement of the fourth ictus (resulting in a four-position figure, × × / / , sometimes referred to as a minor ionic ):
Shakespeare's sonnets conform to the English or Shakespearean sonnet form. The form consists of fourteen lines structured as three quatrains and a couplet , rhyming abab cdcd efef gg and written in iambic pentameter , a type of poetic metre based on five pairs of metrically weak/strong syllabic positions.
My spirit is thine, the better part of me; So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life, The prey of worms, my body being dead, The coward conquest of a wretch’s knife, Too base of thee to be remembered; The worth of that, is that which it contains, And that is this, and this with thee remains.