Sonnet no. 66
Duluth has been filled with activities, events, exhibits, and performances. related to Shakespeare. Recently, Bill Hodapp and Todd White hosted an interactive colloquium where they explored how printed books were made in 16th and 17th century England, with particular focus on the Bard’s poems and plays. They even brought a printing press from the 1900s so people could give it a try. Although I was unable to attend the event, I was very excited when my British Literature Professor brought each person in our class a print copy of Shakespeare’s Sonnet no. 66:
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honor shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disablèd,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,
And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that to die, I leave my love alone.
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