Jul 31, 2019
Inspired by the hit podcast Song Exploder, Kevin and Dan spend
this episode breaking down and analyzing Shakespeare's Sonnet
#60.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd
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 eclipses '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.
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