Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie
Which we ascribe to heaven. The fated sky
Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull
Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
What power is it which mounts my love so high,
That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?
The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
To join like likes and kiss like native things.
Impossible be strange attempts to those
That weigh their pains in sense and do suppose
What hath been cannot be. Who ever strove
To show her merit that did miss her love?
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
There is no point in blaming all things to fate; fault lies within us is true indeed!
Fantastic soliloquy in the form of a wonderful and meaningful poem penned by a master spirit.. Thanks for sharing it on PH.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie...........Who ever strove To show her merit that did miss her love? ......good answer and good question...a poem with all Shakespeare's wise craft...great
Unable to express the brilliance of Shakespeare's poetry! A matchless Soliloqy!
last sentence: what man would bov ver about a woman who wasn't his lover?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All’s well that ends well – really? Does that mean anything goes? All's fair in love and war? A deep pit of moral ambiguity here. Helen herself is aware of this: Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie Which we ascribe to heaven.