Author: William Shakespeare
So is it not with me as with that Muse Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare, With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems. O, let me, true in love, but truly write, And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air: Let them say more that like of hearsay well; I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
Type of Poem: Sonnet
Date Written: 1609-01-01
Date Published: 1609-01-01
Language: English
Keywords: Love, Beauty, Truth, Poetry, Comparison
Source: Shakespeare's Sonnets
Publisher: First Folio
Rights/Permissions: Public Domain
Comments/Notes: A sonnet that contrasts the speaker's truthful and sincere expression of love with the exaggerated comparisons often used in poetry, emphasizing the value of honesty over ornamentation.
The sonnet is one of the most enduring and celebrated forms of poetry, known for its strict structure and profound themes. With a history spanning centuries, sonnets have been used to explore love, beauty, politics, and mortality, all within the confines of just 14 lines.
Sonnets are characterized by their precise form and rhyme scheme, which vary depending on the type of sonnet. Here’s a closer look:
The sonnet’s enduring appeal lies in its ability to condense complex emotions and ideas into a small but potent package, making it a favorite form for poets seeking to explore profound themes with precision and elegance.