Shakespeare was awesome.
And the entry I came back to LJ to giggle over. I will not elaborate. I will give only the situation and let you infer what you will.
For Shakespeare and Music we had to read 2 sonnets. Sonnet 151 we seemed to agree was about hate sex. The sonnet itself was blatantly about sex. The conversation about why this is true was conducted primarily between the 40-50 some professor, a 60-70 some fellow class mate, and a man about 22 years in age.
For additional context, here is the sonnet itself:
Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove: For, thou betraying me, I do betray My nobler part to my gross body's treason; My soul doth tell my body that he may Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason; But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride, He is contented thy poor drudge to be, To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side. No want of conscience hold it that I call Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
For Shakespeare and Music we had to read 2 sonnets. Sonnet 151 we seemed to agree was about hate sex. The sonnet itself was blatantly about sex. The conversation about why this is true was conducted primarily between the 40-50 some professor, a 60-70 some fellow class mate, and a man about 22 years in age.
For additional context, here is the sonnet itself:
Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove: For, thou betraying me, I do betray My nobler part to my gross body's treason; My soul doth tell my body that he may Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason; But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride, He is contented thy poor drudge to be, To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side. No want of conscience hold it that I call Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.