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SONNET 21 PARAPHRASE
So is it not with me as with that Muse
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse
Making a couplement of proud compare,
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
O' let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother's child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air:
Let them say more than like of hearsay well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
ANALYSIS

How to Cite this Article

Mabillard, Amanda. "An Analysis of Shakespeare's Sonnet 21". Shakespeare Online. 2000. http://www.shakespeare-online.com (day/month/year).



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