. Shakespeare's love story, 1580-1609. Shakespeares love story mellifluous and honey-tongued. thefacile writer of sugred Sonnets amonghis private friends. So highly gifteda being cannot fail to pass through,either in his own person or by sympathy,all of lifes most searching than commonly accessible is suchan one to temptations of the senses, theheart, the imagination. Of such, manysonnets stand in confession. The wayis long and not always pleasant to follow,nor is it necessary. That in the mainhis eye was fixed on the highest things,that at heart he was always true to loveand
. Shakespeare's love story, 1580-1609. Shakespeares love story mellifluous and honey-tongued. thefacile writer of sugred Sonnets amonghis private friends. So highly gifteda being cannot fail to pass through,either in his own person or by sympathy,all of lifes most searching than commonly accessible is suchan one to temptations of the senses, theheart, the imagination. Of such, manysonnets stand in confession. The wayis long and not always pleasant to follow,nor is it necessary. That in the mainhis eye was fixed on the highest things,that at heart he was always true to loveand home and family, he who runs mayread. Before he has been ten yearsabsent he has taken steps to restore thefamily fortune and to bring the name ofShakespeare back into local repute; haspurchased a fine house, where wife andchildren await eagerly his annual visits;is always looking forward to his ownfinal return to the peaceful fireside and [78]. Shakespeares love story the old friends in the dear town ofhis birth. Another decade of steadywork and growing powers places himat the head of his profession; but histhought is less of new achievementsand fresh triumphs than of the pros-pect of speedy reunion. The lineswhich herald his home-coming ringwith all the old fervor of devotion andconstancy: Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change ? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange ?Why write I still all one, ever the keep invention in a noted every word doth almost tell my their birth and where they did proceed ?0, know, sweet love, I always write of you,And you and love are still my argument;So all my best is dressing old words new,Spending again, what is already as the sun is daily new and old,So is my love still telling what is told.[8i] ffm Shakespeare with his FamilyShakespeare reading one of his plays to
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