In my first Shakespeare class in college, one of our first assignments was to pick a sonnet with which we connected, break it down, and perform/present it in class.
I chose Shakespeare’s Sonnet #10. (I think it was a little more than a coincidence that it was number 10, because I really like nice whole round even numbers…they seem to have weight and significance. That’s how I’ve always felt about 10.)
This sonnet says more about me than anything I have written yet or could ever write in the future.
“For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any,
Who for thy self art so unprovident.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
But that thou none lov’st is most evident:
For thou art so possessed with murderous hate,
That ‘gainst thy self thou stick’st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O! change thy thought, that I may change my mind:
Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
Make thee another self for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.”
My favorite…even after all this time, it still feels new and gets me EACH and EVERY time! I love you Mr. Shakespeare!!