Shakespeare's Sonnets Navigator | Summary of Sonnet 86 in the Table of Contents | Notes for Sonnet 86 |
1 Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, 2 Bound for the prize of all too precious you, 3 That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, 4 Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? 5 Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write 6 Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? 7 No, neither he, nor his compeers by night 8 Giving him aid, my verse astonished. 9 He, nor that affable familiar ghost 10 Which nightly gulls him with intelligence 11 As victors of my silence cannot boast; 12 I was not sick of any fear from thence: 13 But when your countenance fill'd up his line, 14 Then lack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine. |
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