Watched Rush with my daughter yesterday. Because my daughter’s getting her driving
license next summer J Sonnet 21:
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XXI
So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
Making a couplement of proud compare
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich
gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all
things rare,
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
O! let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother's child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air:
Let them say more that like of hearsay
well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
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I’m calling
the second not in the last line—the
antepenultimate word of the sonnet!—the volta here. That would be a *very* late “parachute” (Jim’s
term) …
The first
twelve lines describe a riddle: Another “Muse”
is extravagant with (false) praise (quatrains one and two), the lyric I of this
sonnet is not (quatrain three);
the
riddle is repeated (in summary) in the next one and a half lines (line 13
summarizes the position of the other “Muse”, and the first four words of line 14
summarize the position of the lyric I) (so the two positions are summarized in
the same order in which they were presented in the three quatrains, and their
summaries are allotted the same proportions of text that they received in the
three quatrains, the other “Muse” getting twice as much room as the lyric I);
and then the
riddle is solved in the last three words:
It’s all because the lyric I doesn’t “purpose … to sell.”
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