Shakespeare's fascination with the youth of the young man is truly impressive, albeit a bit obsessive. To write 126 sonnets about this man's youth and show so much urgency to preserve his beauty through procreation is just remarkable to me! In a good way, of course. It is interesting to see what the worries and thoughts of someone in the 17th century were. Sonnet 18, being the one I've read the most, definitely sounds the prettiest to me. To compare someone to something as beautiful as a summer's day and then to go on further and say "thou art more lovely and more temperate" (line 2), makes me want to do nothing but read stories about love and watch The Notebook. I remember reading this particular sonnet back in high school, and falling in love with Shakespeare, thinking someday a nice guy would somehow speak in iambic pentameter and quatrains and couplets. The day never came, but alas it was a nice thought. :) Whomever this was written to definitely became immortal, as the couplet at the end implies they would be. That is such a beautiful concept, that someone could go on living forever, simply because you were the muse of the words written and read over and over again in the future.
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