What more could one person ask than to live so much in 52 years that his accomplishments survive centuries in spite of high school literature classes? I couldn’t continue past the Renaissance period without giving a nod to the Bard, William Shakespeare (1564-1616), poet and playwrite during the Elizabethan era.
William was born the third of eight children to John and Mary Shakespeare in Stratford. Three of the children died at a very young age and of the remainder, only one lived beyond what we consider to be middle age. Records are scarce but the plague was rampant during those years making survival an accomplishment in itself.
John Shakespeare experienced both good and poor financial conditions. Fortunately for William, when he reached the age to enter grammar school, things were looking up. John’s official position made it possible for William to attend Stratford grammar school where he learned basic reading and writing. The primary teaching text was a horn-book or primer in the form of a wooden paddle that held a piece of parchment with the alphabet attached. The Elizabethan alphabet more closely resembles our modern alphabet with the exclusion of two letters. In the Elizabethan alphabet, “u” and “v” are the same as “i” and “j”. The letters were arranged on the horn-book in the form of a Latin cross, with A at the top and Z at the bottom and a + was placed at the beginning to remind the student that “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.” The Lord’s Prayer was printed at the bottom of each parchment.
There is good evidence that William withdrew from school at age thirteen when his father’s financial and social condition plummetted. Whether William was able to continue his formal education is subject to debate, however it is probable that he acquired his high degree of proficiency in language arts in grammar school and through self-study.
Sonnets
When you think of William Shakespeare, the titles and lines that pop into your head are most likely from his famous plays but since this is a poetry blog, I will focus on his sonnets. He wrote 154 sonnets in the 1590’s. He was a prolific poet considering the tools of his craft. Many present-day poets write a poem at least once a week, some daily, some less frequently, but we have keyboards and backspace keys. In Shakespeare’s time, he only had the option to write with a nib, ink well and paper.
His sonnets, written in Early Modern English, followed two distinct themes. The first 126 were addressed to a young man with sonnets 127-152 to a dark lady. His lyrical writing captured the beauty, moral anguish, mortality and adoration of unattainable love with the flair of a natural dramatist. Since he never revealed the identities of the young man or the dark lady, his work carries a sense of intrigue for the audience. Adding to that sense of underlying mystery, when writing to a man, his theme carries praise of beauty and worth while the love sonnets to a woman rest on a bitter, negative tone.
Shakespeare did not invent the sonnet form that carries his name. The sonnet attained popularity during the Italian Renaissance when poet Petrarch produced a series of love sonnets written for an idealized woman named Laura. The sonnet gained popularity due to its lyrical qualities and became the choice of expression for love and romance across Europe.
The Shakespearean sonnet is a fourteen line poem divided into four parts. The first three parts are each quatrains, rhymed ABAB, followed by a couplet, rhymed CC. This form is often used to develop a sequence of ideas, one in each quatrain, while the couplet offers summarizes or offers a turn for the images or ideas presented in the quatrains.
Sonnet 147
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desp’rate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure am I, now reason is past care,
And frantic mad with evermore unrest,
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
William Shakespeare died in 1616 of unknown causes. There is a great deal of speculation but considering the plague, syphilis, typhus, scurvy, tuberculosis, smallpox, malaria, and dysentery that shortened a Londoner’s life expectancy to thirty-five years at that time, he lived a long life. His body rests at the Holy Trinity Church in Stratford with a headstone that bears this epitaph that Shakespeare supposedly wrote for himself:
Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare,
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And cursed be he that moves my bones.
Now for a bit of trivia to warm the chill left by Shakespeare’s epitaph.
The term “fast and loose” was the name of an Elizabethan cheating game in which gypsies lured common people into wagering their money on a fixed game. In the game, a belt with intricate folds was placed on the table. The mark was charged with spearing a blade through the belt to hold it fast to the table however, the folds were such that the gypsy could take both ends and lift it loose from the blade. Shakespeare loved the phrase and is often credited with its modern usage. Here is one example, from Shakespeare’s King John:
Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven,
Make such unconstant children of ourselves,
As now again to snatch our palm from palm,
Unswear faith sworn, and on the marriage-bed
Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,
And make a riot on the gentle brow
Of true sincerity? (3.1)
Thank you for joining me for this edition of Pretzels & Bullfights. I hope you are enjoying this journey through poetic movements as much as I am.
Whatever you do, don’t play fast and loose with Shakespeare’s bones.
References:
Shakespeare Online
Online Literature
Education in Elizabethan Times
SparkNotes
Very informative, thanks, Beth. Hey, what happened to the notion that dVerse was going to post a bunch of us holding our copies of the dVerse Anthology? Did that just fall through, or did I miss it?
Hi Glenn. Thank you. I’m pleased you enjoyed the post. I will make sure someone answers your anthology question. I’m not involved on the coordination of that project.
stratford upon avon…i’ve been there on a beautiful summer day once..down by the river on a row boat..ha…very romantic place… he was a genius… love the historical background you give us with your posts beth… and who is in for a round of fast and loose now….. ? ha…smiles
Fast and loose, some things never go out of practice 🙂
Hi Claudia. Pleased you enjoyed this piece.
I did a little Bard research last year, and the result was a poem I called AS I LIKE IT
http://bibliosity.blogspot.com/2012/10/as-i-like-it.html It certainly dovetails well with your marvelous historical piece.
“in spite of high school”. That made me laugh. I have a soft spot for Shakespeare – always think of my son reciting, rehearsing – he will be in a Shakespeare play again this year at school (Junior in college – drama major). I must go back to the beginning of this series and begin… well done. Thank you.
My memories of high school did not do justice to the Bard’s brilliance 🙂
Shakespeare. Sigh. It is all those class layers and heaven and hell too that keep me coming back to him despite all of the new plays I’ve read. Who’s as good? Maybe August Wilson and Tom Stoppard and Alice Childress. But that’s theatre. In poetry much more happened since he lived and I rarely go back to him. You’ve made me want to pull out his sonnets again..
I enjoyed reading his sonnets again. His use of the language is somewhat cumbersome for me but the rhythm and progression always gets to me. Thanks for reading and commenting.
I think I learned more about the man himself from your post than I did in high school or college classes. And only recently did I listen to a CD that gave the background of the sonnets. I never quite understood his greatness, but the more I learn about the underpinnings of the man and his work, the more I want to go back and read with a beginner’s mind. Thanks, Beth.
Wow, that is quite a compliment. Thank you 🙂 I found that reading out loud made the rhythm sing for me.
I like what Victoria said… thanks for your teaching, Beth. = )
Thank you so much.
Thanks Beth – yes very informative, I too have been to Stratford upon Avon as Claudia a beautiful spot indeed. Laughed at the keyboard and back-space keys 🙂
I would be lost without a backspace key! Glad you enjoyed it.
I’d be lost without keys ‘full-stop’ 🙂
There is poetry and there is real poetry….. sometimes I think we have forgotten or not learned what real poetry is and reading the great poets like Shakespeare is a salutary reminder.
Everyone has a unique voice and personal preferences but I agree that there is poetry and real poetry. I usually look for the application of poetic device as well as the ability of the poem to create an image or emotion for me as the audience.
wow. to think that he dropped out of school at 13 and through self study was able to master the english language as such…i love his allusions and wordplay as well…midsummer is my fav…
and sorry i am late….had class after work and just getting around…blech
Brian 🙂
Glad you made it. No worries about being late. I’m often late to online things because being on time and present in the physical world is essential. So glad you enjoyed the article and I hope you enjoy your evening as well.
Very enjoyable! Thanks for this, i enjoy reading The Bard.
Thank you for this post on our dear Bard who has has to endure ” the slings an arrows of outrageous fortune ” by a massacring of so many English lit teachers ” who have not so much brain but ear wax ” spawning generations of Will loathers
I only discovered the genius of Shakespeare when I was realised the modernity and richness of his language which funds most of our expression to this day. How could he come up with all this ” stuff “in the 1500s !
” Oh go to hell, you loud-mouthed bastard! ”
” Just die you low life ! Go ahead and die, you nasty rude bastard ”
( TheTempest)
Ho hum don’t mind me
” I am a scribbled form drawn with a pen upon a parchment:)”
oops…am tired, please excuse the typos!
Wow very very informative. Thank you so much for sharing.
A huge favourite of mine. I wrote an essay in secondary school about Chaucer the Man and Shakespeare the Poet, in which I argued that it doesn’t matter that we don’t have much biographical detail about Shakespeare’s life, or know what he was like as a person, or even really all the fuss about who wrote his works. He is Poet, pure and simple, he is channeling – gosh, I don’t know, it sounds mystical – the spirit of the age and of all time. With him, you feel that frisson of genius that you get from Mozart (and perhaps a handful of others).
Am now looking for opportunities to say “fast and loose”!