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Transcript of Sonnet 74
The Bubonic Plague
The Attire for a Plague Doctor
As writers, we will always live on in our works.
The pen is mightier than the sword(?)
Don’t be sad when death takes me where I'll finally be free. I'll still live in this poem, which you’ll always have to remember me by. When you reread this, you’ll remember me. My body will die, but my spirit, the better part of me, is yours. So when I’m dead and you have my body—the "dregs" of my life, what worms eat, the only only thing that was killed, the part not worth remembering. The only important thing about my body was my spirit, but now my spirit lives in this poem, forever yours.
But be contended when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away;
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou doust review
The very part which consecrate to thee.
The earth shall have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me.
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, by body being dead,
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too based of thee to be rememb'red
The worth of that is that which it contains
And that is this, and this with thee remains.
be contended when that fell arrest (10)
My life hath in this line some interest, (10)
Which for memorial
ee shall stay. (11)
When thou reviewes
his, thou doust review (10)
The very part which consecrate to thee. (10)
The earth shall have but earth, which is his due; (10)
My spirit is thine, the better part of me. (10)
then thou hast but lost the dregs of life, (10)
The prey of worms, by body being dead, (10)
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife, (10)
Too based of thee to be rememb'red (9)
The worth of
which it contains (10)
with thee remains. (10)
Purple: Small words
Assonance and Alliteration
Green: Theory of Separation
As writers, we forever live on in our works.
England: Where Shakespeare lived
Dregs - worthless part of something, impurity, corrupt matter