The Place 2 Be

Critique of Sonnet 86
SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS

Theme:      Rival Poet
Content:    A further flattering account of his Rival's poetic abilities that progressively diminishes the Rival's standing and ultimately holds the subject to account for the predicament.


Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all-too-precious you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?


Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?


No, neither he nor his compeers by night
Giving him aid my verse astonished.


He nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
As victors, of my silence cannot boast;
I was not sick of any fear from thence.


But when your countenance filled up his line,
Then lacked I matter; that enfeebled mine.


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