#sonnet 82

[ukdamo]

Nymph of the garden where all beauties be

Philip Sidney

Nymph of the garden where all beauties be, Beauties which do in excellency pass His who till death looked in a watery glass, Or hers whom naked the Trojan boy did see; Sweet-garden-nymph, which keeps the Cherry-tree Whose fruit doth far the Hesperian taste surpass, Most sweet-faire, most faire-sweet, do not, alas, From coming near those Cherries banish mee. For though, full of desire, empty of wit, Admitted late by your best-graced grace, I caught at one of them, and hungry bit; Pardon that fault; once more grant me the place; And I do swear, even by the same delight, I will but kiss; I never more will bite.

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 82 by William Shakespeare (read by Noma Dumezweni)

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse, And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject, blessing every book.

Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue, Finding thy worth a limit past my praise; And therefore art enforced to seek anew Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days.

And do so, love; yet when they have devised, What strained touches rhetoric can lend, Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathized In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend;

  And their gross painting might be better used   Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.

Source:  thesonnets.tv

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Sonnet 82 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse, And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject, blessing every book.

Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue, Finding thy worth a limit past my praise; And therefore art enforced to seek anew Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days.

And do so, love; yet when they have devised, What strained touches rhetoric can lend, Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathized In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend;

  And their gross painting might be better used   Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.

[theshakespearesonnets]

Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse, And therefore mayst without attaint o’erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject, blessing every book. Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue, Finding thy worth a limit past my praise; And therefore art enforced to seek anew Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days. And do so, love; yet when they have devis’d, What strained touches rhetoric can lend, Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathiz’d In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend; And their gross painting might be better usd Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abusd.

Translation to modern English

I admit that you’ve had no commitment to my poetry and can therefore survey, without guilt, the words of dedication other writers use about the beautiful subjects who grace their books. You are as knowledgeable as you are beautiful, and your qualities are beyond any skills I have to praise them. Therefore you’re forced to look again for a fresher representative of these modern literary times. So do that, Love. And yet, when that new poet has invented whatever elaborate devices he can borrow from rhetoric, you would – because you are truly beautiful – have been accurately represented by the true plain words of your honest friend. His exaggerated painting might be better employed on subjects who need colour: in you it’s a misuse.

[ichrononaut]

Sunday Sonnet - 13 March 2015

Sunday Sonnet – 13 March 2015

Flattery will get you nowhere: that’s the gist of Sonnet 82.

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I grant thou wert not married to my Muse And therefore mayst without attaint o’erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject, blessing every book Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue, Finding thy worth a limit past my praise, And therefore art enforced to seek anew Some fresher stamp of the…

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Sonnet 82

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse, And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject, blessing every book. Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue, Finding thy worth a limit past my praise; And therefore art enforced to seek anew Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days. And do so, love; yet when they have devised, What strained touches rhetoric can lend, Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathized In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend;   And their gross painting might be better used   Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.

[therealbornfree]

Noma Dumezweni reading Sonnet 82 'I grant thou wert not married to my Muse'

[shakespeareandtheatre]

Sonnet 82

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse, And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject, blessing every book. Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue, Finding thy worth a limit past my praise, And therefore art enforc'd to seek anew Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days And do so, love; yet when they have devis'd What strained touches rhetoric can lend, Thou truly fair wert truly sympathis'd In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;    And their gross painting might be better us'd    Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abus'd.