Shakespeare Anyone?

[Bethla]

There is a sonnet I'm looking for, maybe someone else is familiar with it. It goes on to describe his love and although this woman may not be fair she has other qualities that are more important. It was featured in an episode of "My So-Called Life". It really struck me.

[MamaBug]

I tried to find it for you, but no luck yet. Maybe do a search of the show and the episode? I am not familiar with the show so that is maybe why I could not find it. It looks like they used Shakespeare alot on that show? Good luck

[Bethla]

I was thinking about buying the boxset of the show on DVD. We'll see. But I actually just want the sonnet.

[karen ann]

Could it be this?:


Sonnet 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 damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes 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.

Or maybe?:

Sonnet 69

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd;
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds;
Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The solve is this, that thou dost common grow.

Or this one?:

Sonnet 77

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,
Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book.

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I never watched that show so I don't know if its any of those; they're just the ones I recalled off the top of my head as being sort of on that subject (and looked up the exact text in my book). If I don't have the right one I can read through them all again for you & pick out any others with that general theme.

[Bethla]

Thank you so much. It was Sonnet 130. How nice of you to take the time to find it.