Archive for the ‘Growth’ Category

When I Consider Every Thing That Grows

March 5, 2007

Sonnets, [15]. “When I consider every thing that grows/ Holds in perfection but a little moment,/ That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows/ Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;/ When I perceive that men as plants increase,/ Cheered and check’d even by the self-same sky,/ And wear their brave state out of memory;/ Then the conceit of this inconstant stay/ Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,/ Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay/ To change your day of youth to sullied night;/ And all in war with Time for love of you,/ As he takes from you, I engraft you new.”

Rose

February 9, 2007

Sonnets,[1]. “From the fairest creatures we desire increase,/ That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,/ But as the riper should by time decrease, His tender heir might bear his memory;/ But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,/ Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,/ making a famine where abundance lies,/ Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel./ Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament/ And only herald to the gaudy spring,/ Within thy own bud buriest thy content/ And, tender churl, mak’st wast in niggarding./ Pity the world, or else this glutton be,/ To eat the world’s due, by the grace and thee.”

In Each Rudeness and Grace

February 2, 2007

Romeo and Juliet, [2.3.23-30]. Friar.. “Within the infant rind of this weak flower/ Poison hath residence and medicine power;/ For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;/ Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart./ Two such opposed kings encamp them still/ In man as well as herbs– grace and rude will;/ And where the worser is predominant,/ Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.”

Envious Worm

January 30, 2007

Romeo and Juliet [1.1.150-156]. Montague. “But he, his own affections’ counselor,/ Is to himself –I will not say how true–/ But to himself so secret and so close,/ So far from sounding and discovery,/ As is the bud bit with an envious worm/ Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air/ Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.”

Strawberry, nettle

January 16, 2007

Henry the Fifth [1.1.60-66]. “The strawberry grows underneath the nettle/ and wholesome berries thrive and ripen best/ Neighbored by fruit of baser quality;/ And so the Prince obscured his contemplation/ Under the veil of wildness, which (no doubt)/ Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night/ Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.”