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Sonnet 150 by William Shakespeare (read by Al Pacino)

O from what pow'r hast thou this pow'rful might, With insufficiency my heart to sway, To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?

Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantise of skill That in my mind thy worst all best exceeds?

Who taught thee how to make me love thee more, The more I hear and see just cause of hate? O, though I love what others do abhor, With others thou shouldst not abhor my state.

 If thy unworthiness raised love in me,  More worthy I to be beloved of thee.

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O, from what pow’r hast thou this pow’rful might

With insufficiency my heart to sway ?

To make me give the lie to my true sight

And swear that brightness doth not grace the day ?

Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill

That in the very refuse of thy deeds

There is such strength and warrantize of skill

That in my mind thy worst all best exceeds ?

Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,

The more I hear and see just cause of hate ?

O, though I love what others do abhor,

With others thou shouldst not abhor my state :

If thy unworthiness raised love in me,

More worthy I to be beloved of thee.

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Sonnet 150 by William Shakespeare (read by Simon Callow)

O, from what power hast thou this powerful might With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?

Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantise of skill That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?

Who taught thee how to make me love thee more The more I hear and see just cause of hate? O, though I love what others do abhor, With others thou shouldst not abhor my state;

  If thy unworthiness rais'd love in me,   More worthy I to be beloved of thee.

Source: William Shakespeare - Sonnets - Simon Callow

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Sonnet 150 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

O, from what power hast thou this powerful might With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?

Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantise of skill That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?

Who taught thee how to make me love thee more The more I hear and see just cause of hate? O, though I love what others do abhor, With others thou shouldst not abhor my state;

  If thy unworthiness rais'd love in me,   More worthy I to be beloved of thee.

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sonnet 150 Shakespeare

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8.25.16 | 1:28 AM after a rough day recovering from a sleepover without the sleep, decided to pick a random sonnet by william shakespeare to write in my new notebook and no.150 was what came out by chance. it is the cutest sonnet about falling for someone's imperfections at least that's how I interpreted it

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Sunday Sonnet - 24 January 2016

Sunday Sonnet – 24 January 2016

Shakespeare wrote in an era where women were considered property. However, if one looks at the trajectory of his plays from his first in1589 to his later plays in the 1600’s, his female characters become more complex, more powerful and, indeed, more fully human. It’s in this deeply sexist society that Shakespeare began to break away from the Elizabethan norm. So too his Sonnets (published in…

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Sonnet 150

O! from what power hast thou this powerful might, With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantise of skill, That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds? Who taught thee how to make me love thee more, The more I hear and see just cause of hate? O! though I love what others do abhor, With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:   If thy unworthiness raised love in me,   More worthy I to be beloved of thee.