Jun 22, 2017
Inspired by the hit podcast Song Exploder, Kevin and Dan spend this episode breaking down and analyzing Shakespeare's Sonnet #23.
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his
fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing
replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance
weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget
to say
The perfect ceremony of love's
rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to
decay,
O'ercharged with burthen of mine own love's
might.
O! let my looks be then the
eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking
breast,
Who plead for love, and look for
recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more
express'd.
O! learn to read what silent
love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs
to love's fine wit.