by William Shakespeare<\/p>\n
Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle;
\nMild as a Dove, but neither true nor trusty;
\nBrighter than glass, and yet, as glass is brittle;
\nSofter than wax, and yet, as Iron, rusty:
\nA Lily pale, with damask dye to grace her,
\nNone fairer, nor none falser to deface her.<\/p>\n
Her lips to mine how often hath she joined,
\nBetween each kiss her oaths of true love swearing!
\nHow many tales to please me hath she coined,
\nDreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing!
\nYet in the midst of all her pure protestings,
\nHer faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were jestings.<\/p>\n
She burn’d with love, as straw with fire flameth;
\nShe burn’d out love, as soon as straw outburneth;
\nShe framed the love, and yet she foil’d the framing;
\nShe bade love last, and yet she fell a-turning.
\nWas this a lover, or a Lecher whether?
\nBad in the best, though excellent in neither.<\/p>\n
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together
\nYouth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care;
\nYouth like summer morn, Age like winter weather;
\nYouth like summer brave, Age like winter bare;
\nYouth is full of sport, Age’s breath is short;
\nYouth is nimble, Age is lame;
\nYouth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold;
\nYouth is wild, and Age is tame.
\nAge, I do abhor thee; Youth, I do adore thee;
\nO, my love, my love is young!
\nAge, I do defy thee: O, sweet Shepherd, hie thee,
\nFor methinks thou stay’st too long.<\/p>\n
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Note: The text of the above poems has been taken from Project Gutenberg<\/a>. In order to be more true to the original manuscript, I have changed a) capitalizations where the original manuscript conflicted with the Project Gutenberg text and b) the word ‘bath’ in line 9 of the first poem to ‘hath’, since that appeared to be a typo. I accessed a facsimile copy of the original manuscript on the Internet Archive here<\/a>.<\/p>\n Whodunnit: The Passionate Pilgrim<\/strong><\/em><\/a><\/p>\n Stylistic Analysis<\/strong><\/em><\/a><\/p>\n Reflection<\/strong><\/em><\/a><\/p>\n Visualizations<\/strong><\/em><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" by William Shakespeare VII. Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle; Mild as a Dove, but neither true nor trusty; Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is brittle; Softer than wax, and yet, as Iron, rusty: A Lily pale, with damask dye to grace her, None fairer, nor none falser to … Continue reading The Passionate Pilgrim (VII, XII)<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4792,"featured_media":0,"parent":212,"menu_order":1,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-244","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/244","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4792"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=244"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/244\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/212"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=244"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}