Meil on reedeseks häälduskursuse arvestuseks (või noh, suurejooneliselt eksamiks nimetatud) vaja valida õpikus antud neljast Shakespeare'i sonetist üks ning see pähe õppida ja kaunil kõlal ette kanda. Nohjah, kõik on kena, aga ma ei saa kohe mitte kuidagi mitte ühegagi neist kontakti. Kõik on mingi poeetiline hõisklemine a la "Oo kaunis arm, küll olid/oled kena, mis siis, et sind mu juures pole enam!" Ma ei taha lugeda no such luuletus! Ma ei ole armunud ega soovi armuda ning jumaldavalt kellegi jalge ümber roomata ja sealset maad suudelda. Ega ole ka huvitet mingeid minevikku jäänud südamekallikesi taga nutma või armastust kui sellist üleüldiselt ülistama. Jääb ära, tänan väga! Mõni ime, et Williami kangelased aina endid ära tapsid, ühekaupa ja hulgakesi, kui nad seesuguses stiilis mõttelõnga veeretama kalduvad olid. Aga mis ma teen siis nüüd? Arvestust on nagu ikka vaja ju. Aga see jubedalt jumaldav ohkimine mulle ka kohe kuidagi peale ei lähe :S.    Argh, ma ütlen! No oli siis tarvis sel Williamil ennast nii siirupises stiilis väljendada :(! Ja ainus vähegi kobe luuletus on kah väga selgesõnaliselt naisterahva võlusid ülistav - mis aga minu isiklikku seksuaalset orientatsiooni arvestades ka kuidagi nagu mu sisemiste kõladega harmooniat moodustama ei kipu :(.    O William, why singeth thou such heavy words?    ***   Millist võtta, millist  jätta?     #29    When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,  I all alone beweep my outcast state,  And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,  And look upon myself, and curse my fate,  Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,  Featured like him, like him with friends possest,  Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,  With what I most enjoy contented least;  Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,  Haply I think on thee, and then my state,  Like to the lark at break of day arising  From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate:   _____ For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings,   _____ That then I scorn to change my state with kings.      #33    Full many a glorious morning have I seen  Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,  Kissing with golden face the meadows green,  Gliding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;  Anon permit the basest clouds to ride  With ugly rack on his celestial face,  And from the forlorn world his visage hide,  Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:  Even so my sun one early morn did shine  With all-triumphant splendour on my brow:  But, out, alack! he was but one hour mine,  The region cloud hath maskt him from me now.   _____ Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;   _____ Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.      #116    Let me not to the marriage of true minds  Admit impediments. Love is not love  Which alters when it alteration finds,  Or bends with the remover to remove:  O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,  That looks on tempests, and is never shaken,  It is the star to every wandering bark,  Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.  Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks  Within his bending sickle's compass come;  Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,  But hears it out even to the edge of doom.   _____ If this be error, and upon me proved,   _____ I never writ, nor no man ever loved.      #130    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;  Coral is far more red than her lips' red:  If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;  If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.  I have seen roses damaskt, red and white,  But no such roses see I in her cheeks;  And in some perfume is there more delight  Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.  I love to hear her speak, yet well I know  That music hath a far more pleasing sound:  I grant I never saw a goddess go;  My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.   _____ And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare   _____ As any she belied with false compare.