Almost done for the week :)

Friday!!  J  Except that I still have one more thing that’s due tonight …  But before that, here’s sonnet 63:

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LXIII

  Against my love shall be as I am now,

  With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;

  When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow

  With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn

  Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night;

  And all those beauties whereof now he's king

  Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,

  Stealing away the treasure of his spring;

  For such a time do I now fortify

  Against confounding age's cruel knife,

  That he shall never cut from memory

  My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:

    His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,

    And they shall live, and he in them still green.

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For only the second time so far in the project, it stands out to me that Shakespeare can actually use cæsuræ and enjambment if he wants to  J  Which, of course, makes his partiality towards end-stopped lines all the more significant …  The volta’s the never in line 11.  More tomorrow.