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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

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Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out, alack, he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth

This sonnet talks about how in the morning there is a beautiful sun rise behind the mountain. But the clouds block it, even though we still know the beauty of the sun rise. This refers to a girl who may not look beautiful but actually is beautiful in other ways.

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When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.

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Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read;
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse,
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
You still shall live, such virtue hath my pen,
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.

Shakespeare wrote this sonnet to say that she will always be known and will never be forgotten. In the first line, epitaph means a phrase or statement written in memory of a person who has died, kind of like an inscription on a tombstone. After a couple lines, he says she survives when he is already dead and death cannot take her memory. When he dies, he is only given a grave and she is given a monument with his sonnets. All in all, she will continue to live through his sonnets.

Ashley ' s Comment: Honestly when I read the Sonnet you had I really didn't understand what a lot of it was about so then I read your interpretation I went back up to read the sonnet again it helped me to understand the sonnet. I agree that he is saying he wrote it so that she survives even when she dies.

Kyler's Comment: Your sonnet confused me at first, but after reading your analysis and re-reading the sonnet i definitely agree with what you said.

Jesus Comment: I agree with both Ashley and Kyler. Right away I was very confused because of how some words were spelt and I got lost really quick, but I read your summary and then the poem again and I understood most of the sonnet. Good job analiyzing the sonnet.

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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.

In this sonnet, the writer is scolding this woman because she doesn't love anybody and she's not letting herself love anybody. By her not loving anybody she is hurting herself. She is clearly loved by many but it is obvious that she doesn't love any of them back. She has so much hate that it is killing both her beauty and her child that doesn't exist. Her main desire should be to change so she can stay beautiful and also help the world stay beautiful. He then tells her that if she wants to prove to him that she does love someone she will love him and have a child with him, that way her beauty will live on.

Grant: Kennedy, great job analyzing all the details of this sonnet. First off, your sonnet was a lot like mine (both of our sonnets show that beauty should be passed on through the world instead of dying out). I loved how you twisted and turned through this sonnet to understand the real meaning of the sonnet. I agree with everything that you stated in this sonnet, including the idea that she is loved by many, even though she doesn't know it, and the idea that you should reproduce in the world to pass on your beauty. Great job also picking a picture that fits with the sonnet (Love and children).

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The other two, slight air and purging fire,  Are both with thee, wherever I abide;  The first my thought, the other my desire,  These present-absent with swift motion slide.  For when these quicker elements are gone  In tender embassy of love to thee,  My life, being made of four, with two alone  Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy;  Until life's composition be recured  By those swift messengers return'd from thee,  Who even but now come back again, assured  Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:     This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,     I send them back again and straight grow sad

I think that this sonnet talks about need. He's says that when he's with her he is complete but when he isn't with her then he's not complete. It's like he's missing something when she's not there. So he is sad and lonely without her. He uses the elements air and fire to talk about her and to say that a fire needs air and that is how he needs her in his life. He has two of the four elements but when he is with her he then has all four so he is complete.

Grant: Great job with your analysis of this difficult sonnet. You picked out a lot of things that I didn't see on the sonnet, including how he doesn't have the four elements, unless he is with her. After seeing this relation in the sonnet, I noticed how your picture fit absolutely great with your sonnet. Your picture shows two of the four elements reaching for each other, which then shows how all the elements have to work together to live in harmony. Overall you did a great job showing your analysis of the sonnet!

Kennedy: Awesome job analyzing this. I thought you did a good job talking about how the main point of this sonnet is need. The narrator talks about how he is lonely but when he is with this women he is complete and how he needs to be with her. Your picture also fits this sonnet perfectly.

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Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum'st thy self in single life? Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die, The world will wail thee like a makeless wife; The world will be thy widow and still weep That thou no form of thee hast left behind, When every private widow well may keep By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind: Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it; But beauty's waste hath in the world an end, And kept unused the user so destroys it.  No love toward others in that bosom sits  That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.

There are a lot of things that I believe Shakespeare was trying to express in this sonnet. First, the beginning is saying that a widow fears the death of her husband; which would then cause her to live a single and lonely life. Shakespeare the shares that not only will this widow in the sonnet mourn the death of her husband, but, the world will also mourn for the husbands death also. Shakespeare then goes on to express that nothing will be left behind for the widow to remember him by, which then starts the conversation about beauty and children in the sonnet. Since the husband died, there will be no chance of reproducing a baby that will look like him, and thus ends the beauty of the husband. But, Shakespeare doesn't end here in the sonnet, Shakespeare goes on to say that the Widow must find somebody else to go and reproduce with; so then when you die, their will be something on the Earth that is expressing your beauty. Shakespeare ends the sonnet by saying that if you don't reproduce, you're wasting your beauty for the whole world to see.

Morgan's Comment: At first I didn't really understand what your sonnet was about, but then after reading your analysis, I was able to look back on the sonnet and understand what it meant. I agree that this sonnet is about how you should pass on your own beauty, and not letting it die out, by having children.

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When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

To me, I feel like this sonnet is talking about the usual beauty and how time is supposed to change that beauty. During the first half of the sonnet, he is saying how day has to go into the hideous night, trees are becoming barren during winter, the grass is becoming gross during fall, and even bringing up how curly hair eventually goes white. So, with time, beautiful things are wilting. Then, during the second half, it's almost as if he is questioning the first part because he brings up that sweets and beauties usually do die with time, but hers isn't dying with time and he can't understand why that is.

Linda: You are right. This sonnet is talking about the time will finally kill beauty. But the end part of this sonnet become positive. He talked about saving breed to fight with time.

Katy's Comment: I agree to what Maggie is saying and time leaves everything emptied and alone.

Anna: I agree with what Maggie says the sonnet says. Through time everything changes, things start to become less beautiful but this woman stays beautiful through time.

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That you were once unkind befriends me now,And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken,
As I by yours, you've passed a hell of time;
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
O! that our night of woe might have remembered
My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me, then tendered
The humble salve, which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.

a boyfriend was not nice to his girlfriend in this sonnet he wants to suffer in the sonnet and not be happy and his girlfriend was not nice to her boyfriend

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So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.

I think that he feels like this woman is important to him like rain is to plants and stuff. Without the rain, plants can't grow and without her

Ashley ' s Comment: I agree with you Anna but I feel like she is so important to him that he feels as if he needs her to live, like his life is dependent on her being in his life. Because he says the part about food and the part about season showers it make me feel like that.

Katy's Comment: I think in this poem Shakespeare is trying to explain that she is what keeps him alive and that she is food to his eyes, he needs her in order to survive and without her he would starve.

Casey's comment: I agree with Anna and I like the meaning and tone of the poem. I think its a touching poem for the audience to read.

Maggie: I feel like he is saying that he is this empty and lifeless person and in order to regain life, he needs her around. This thought especially came to my mind towards the second line when he says that she is the sweet rain and he is the ground that gets the sweet rain. He is in a way craving her presence and he doesn't want part of it, he wants all of it.

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My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear;
That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming,
The owner's tongue doth publish every where.
Our love was new, and then but in the spring,
When I was wont to greet it with my lays;
As Philomel in summer's front doth sing,
And stops his pipe in growth of riper days:
Not that the summer is less pleasant now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild music burthens every bough,
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue:
Because I would not dull you with my song.

It seems like he doesn't love who this sonnet is about as much as he used to when the were together initially and talked much more about her. The truth is that he loves her more despite talking about her less. He talks about her less because he doesn't want to lose the fun of talking about her. He goes on to compare talking about her to a nightingale which is referenced as Philomel, which is a Greek character who turns into a nightingale, sing a song of summer but does it sparingly as to not where out the joy of the song.

Kyler's Comment: very well analyzed, what you said about the sonnet is exactly what i picked up from it.

How you perceived the sonnet is exactly how I perceived it. I liked how you described how he is using the nightingale. still don't know who you are

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When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

I feel this poem is about someone looking back at their life or someone looking back at someones life and seeing that when they were young they were beautiful. Then the question is asked where does beauty lie and it is answered by saying it lies "deep within" so this means beauty is from on the inside so someone old could still be beautiful. it isnt all about age

Sam: I really like your picture and how it shows inner beauty. Even when you feel "cold" like in the winter when death is close, you're still "warm" as if its the summer months.

Tanner Comment: Tanner also thinks that this is talking about inner beauty and someone looking back at their life!!!!! very good job!!!!! LOOOVEEEE THE PIC :)

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How can I then return in happy plight,

That am debarred the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eas'd by night,
But day by night and night by day oppressed,
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day, to please him thou art bright,
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger.

This sonnet talk about the guy is far away from his beloved. He was tortured by day and night. But because of his faraway beloved, his heart feel better. Then he is going to please the day and compliment the night. But the truth make he feels much sad. Day and night are making him more miserable.

Cody- the way that you were able to interpret this poem is great. You also did a wonderful job on choosing a picture.

Edo: I think in this sonnet you can really feel the pain that comes from being apart from someone you love. And no matter what excuse we can find to make us feel better, the truth is always in our heart and it will come back to us hitting hard.

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No more be grieved atthat which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,
Thy adverse party is thy advocate,
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate,
That I an áccessary needs must be,
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

In this sonnet Shakespeare is trying to explain to his friend to not to be upset about the mistakes she has made, saying that everything has flaws for example, even the prettiest of flowers have disgusting worms in them, and that he himself has more to worry about then her hurting him.

Linda: This is talking about he forgiving his friend's mistake and trying to help his friend don't worried about that. You did good, and the picture is match this poem.

Morgan's Comment: After reading your sonnet and then reading your analysis, I couldn't agree more with you. When you mentioned that the prettiest flowers have worms in them, it goes with the part in the sonnet that roses have thorns. I also like the picture you chose, it goes great with your sonnet.

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Thus can my love excuse the slow offenceOf my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O! what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind,
In winged speed no motion shall I know,
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace.
Therefore desire, (of perfect'st love being made)
Shall neigh, no dull flesh, in his fiery race;
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade-
Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go

Shakespeare is talking about how time can go by so fast when
you’re having fun. Say you’re doing something you really like and you only did
it for two hours but it felt like 10 min, but when you’re waiting to do that thing you
like you may have to wait and hour but to you that feels like a year.
Shakespeare is talking about a girl in this sonnet and that’s what he is trying
to explain to us. Whenever he is with this girl time just flies and then when
he has to wait a day to hangout it feels like forever to him. No matter what he
does to try and make time go by faster it just doesn’t seem to work.

Gene comment: I agree with Jesse because time dose go by fast

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That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

It’s the time of year where most of the leaves are off the trees – almost winter meaning it’s close to the end of his life

On the bare branches he see the twilight where the leaves and birds used to live

Night takes over and his death is roaming around getting closer

He writes beautifully which makes up for the physical beauty that he might not have

The fire in him is lasting a little longer because his writing is nourishing it.

Once he dies, the nourishment will cease and the strong love will leave.

Evans comment- I agree with this what I got most out of it was it is nearing the end of his life

Kennedy: I thought also that he his talking about being near the blend of his life but still being able to hang on to life just a little while longer by writing.
Jesus Comment: Your pic is perfect and your sonnet that you had was one of the easiest for me to understand and you analyzed exactly how I would. I don't see anything wrong with you analyzing.

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The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action: and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad.
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

In the sonnet i think that Shakespeare is talking about sex, lust, and sexual frustration. he talks about confusion of sexuality in men i think. i also think that he is saying that sex makes people do weird things .

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As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am sufficed,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look what is best, that best I wish in thee:
This wish I have; then ten times happy me!

The sonnet starts out with an analogy dealing with a father-son relationship and how proud they feel how they feel when they succeed in life. he then goes on to say that he has so much love for her that if it could be quantified into physical items, he would have enough to fill a store ten times over. The word Fortune is also capitalized which shows that he is talking about fortune as a person. When he says that he engrafted his love into the store he is saying that he put all his love into the store so that he would not be made a fool .

Zilmer: The way that you were able to understand the sonnet was almost like a daisy in the middle of a hurricane. It's the love of the daisy that keeps it upright throughout the storm. Great reponse to the sonnet.

Edo: I think that what this sonnet wants us to understand is that the things in which we put our love in are always the ones that turn out to be the best things in life we could ever accomplished. Also, I found very beautiful the picture of the father being proud of what his son has done.

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Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn;
When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travelled on to age's steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.

He talks about time throughout the whole sonnet. It starts off talking about love in the present, then he goes on talking about how time has become worn. After he states that he goes on to talk about how he is aging with time, but the words in the sonnet won't age in time.

Sam: Becoming king stole away the treasure of his youth - "spiring" Age is cruel, but his love and beauty is going to live in his lover, for he is still in the spring.

Cody: They way that this poem sounds and how you interpreted it is perfect. Its like a new jar of peanut butter. Smooth and fresh

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Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

In this sonnet, it is stated that nor marble or gold monuments will be able to out date the memory of this poem allowing this someone Shakespeare's talking about to live forever and brighter than dusty stones. Even when wars will destroy the statues that honor someone, that memory will live. Against death and all mortal enemies the praise for this person will still find room to be beautiful as she was at the eyes of everyone who read the poem.

Tanner comment: i think you hit the nail right on the head!!! i think that he is saying by this chick being in the poem she will live longer than great statues and monuments

Ben Comment: That's exactly what i was thinking while reading the sonnet. I can't find anything wrong with what you put.

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How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov'd not speed being made from thee.
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.

In this Sonnet he is talking about how awful he feels after having to part ways with someone.

Casey's comment: I like kylers analysis because its short sweet and to the point. Everyone goes through something like this and feels like it and this poem and its analysis shows it well.

Evans comment- In the beginning it really sticks out how he is missing someone then in the end you can tell how awful he feels about it towards the end.