I have a favorite Shakespearean Sonnet. And by that I do not mean that I’ve read and studied many of them, i just mean that this one was transformed into a song that I sang in choir in the 11th grade (which, by the way, was the year of our Lord two thousand and one…geez!) and it struck me such that I have always loved it. Here, try it on for yourself.
When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least.
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
If ye olde billy dude just doesn’t get your blood pumping , just think of the sweetness of such a love that you could be like this guy,
almost DESPISING your ourcast state,
but then remembering that Love, that is so sweet that you wouldn’t trade one single thing about your life because your life the way it is was said love.
(it’s the love of God. Even if Shakespeare didn’t know it, that’s the only kind of love that could truly do such a thing.)