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Sonnets > Sonnet #133, Week 54, March 6

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message 1: by Candy (new)

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Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
Is't not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engrossed:
Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken;
A torment thrice three-fold thus to be crossed.
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail:
And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.

message 2: by Janice (JG) (new)

Janice (JG) The giveaway for me in this sonnet is his reference to the three...
"Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken;
A torment thrice three-fold thus to be crossed."

I think to S this is a prayer, he is beseeching God for some pain that has entered his friend's life. The triplicity is the trinity. That S and his friend love this same entity, and that both feel they have been abandoned, or harmed, by the will of this entity -- the will of God. This sort of medieval thinking, when religion and God and punishment and virtue and sin permeate daily life, is typical.

I really liked the TV series of Will (HBO?), because I liked the chances it took when they portrayed Will as a secret Catholic who had to remain secret on pain of torture and death, as Catholics were being direly persecuted at the time.

This kind of direct prayer would be just the sort of thing I can imagine S writing.

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