Sonnet 57

Sonnet 57

by William Shakespeare

Prezi by Samantha Shead, Tyler Shine, & Cree Rhodes

Poem

Being your slave, what should I do but tend

Upon the hours and times of your desire?

I have no precious time* at all to spend,

Nor services to do, till you require.

Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour

Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,

Nor think the bitterness of absence sour

When you have bid your servant once adieu;

Nor dare I question with my jealous thought

Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,

But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought

Save, where you are how happy you make those.

So true a fool is love that in your will,

Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

Paraphrase

"Being your slave, what should I do but wait

Upon whenever you desire something?

I have nothing to do with my time,

No services to perform, until you ask me.

Nor do I dare get angry at the tediously slow hours

While I watch the clock for you,

Nor do I dare think bitterly about your absence

When you have bid your slave (me) goodbye;

Nor dare I question with my jealous thoughts

Where you may be, or what you could be doing,

But, like a sad slave I wait and think of nothing

But how happy the people must be around you.

So loyal a fool is love that, in whatever your choice of action,

You may do anything you desire, and he [love] thinks no evil of you."

http://www.shakespeare-online.com/sonnets/57detail.html

Literary Devices

Simile - like a sad slave

Theme:

Hatred & Love

Rhyme Scheme:

ABABCDCDEFEFGG

Summary:

Basically about a woman that feels like

she's being treated like a slave by her "love." She's always giving her time to him, while he spends his time on what he wants like having other affairs. She's getting tired of it and doesn't want him anymore, yet she still loves him.

The Painting:

This painting goes great with Sonnet 57 because the main character, the female, is emotionally hurt by the man she loves dearly that treats her like the slave she feels like.

The painter's name is

Miranda. She was born

December 16th and is still

living. She is an

infamous painter.

The video goes with the Poem because Leona Lewis is in love with a man that is also emotionally hurting her.

Works Cited

http://www.etsy.com/listing/99253386/crying-art

http://www.etsy.com/people/Porcupineprincess?ref=ls_profile

http://www.abm-enterprises.net/shakespeare.htm

http://www.shakespeare-online.com/sonnets/57detail.html

The End

Being your slave, what should I do but tend

Upon the hours and times of your desire?

I have no precious time* at all to spend,

Nor services to do, till you require.

Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour

Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,

Nor think the bitterness of absence sour

When you have bid your servant once adieu;

Nor dare I question with my jealous thought

Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,

But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought

Save, where you are how happy you make those.

So true a fool is love that in your will,

Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.