Celebrating Shakespeare | 3 Sonnets | Free Printables

Today, worldwide, people are celebrating William Shakespeare. One of my favorite celebrations was during my time in Chicago. My friend and I attended “shakespeare in the Park” where performances were held without set or scenery, however, they did have costumes.

While there are many sonnets that others rate as more popular than these, here are three of my favorite sonnets to share with you on this day. Just click on image of sonnet print to download an 8″x10″ pdf version. Huzzah!

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Sonnet 60
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end,
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
Crooked elipses ‘gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
shakespeare_sonnet60_8x10Sonnet 75
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife,
As ‘twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better’d that the world may see my pleasure;
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look,
Possessing or pursuing no delight
Save what is had or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.
shakespeare_sonnet60_8x10Sonnet 145
Those lips that Love’s own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’
To me that languish’d for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
‘I hate’ she alter’d with an end,
That follow’d it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away;
I hate, from hate away she threw,
And sav’d my life saying ‘not you.


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