William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Lxxiv - Poem by William Shakespeare

But be contented: when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead,
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The worth of that is that which it contains,
And that is this, and this with thee remains.

Comments about Sonnet Lxxiv by William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 0 Points Michael Bubolz (5/5/2015 9:12:00 AM)

    Shakespeare is saying that some people don't care for other lives and that maybe if you take someone else. You will be burden with memory of what you did and it will always be in your mind.
    And people who don't care for others will reach for a weapon of shield to protect themselves from themselves. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 1:25:00 PM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out  (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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