Set V, Runes 57-70: Texts and Comments
Thirteenth lines, Set V (Sonnets 57-70)
(Thirteenth lines, Set V: Sonnets 57-70)
So true a fool is love, that in your will
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell.
Oh, sure, I am the wits of former days;
4 And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere;
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen
8 This thought is as a death which cannot choose,
Oh, none; unless this miracle have might,
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone!
Oh, him she stores, to show what wealth she had,
12 And him as for a map doth Nature store.
But why thy odor matcheth not thy show?
If some suspect of ill, masked knot thy show.
Glosses: 1) will puns on Will (and in your will suggests in my person); in puns on Anne as well as John; 1-2) will / I am puns, William2) other family namepuns: Hamnet (I am t...), Sue (so), Hall (hell); 4) pun: two times in hope, i.e., twice anticipated, doubly put forth ; shall puns on S[ue] Hall (see 7, etc.); 7) His points to thee/myself in 6; 11) him points to this miracle (9), punning on hymn and Ham; 13) odor puns on ode-er, i.e., ode-writer, poet; not thy puns on knotty (i.e., riddlic, difficult) and naughty; 14) knot (Q not), the subject of masked = the (hard) poem. One form of an opening pun about Annes obesity (1-2) is this: So true a fool Islave t Hat., Anne [= in]your William to weighty Hath-weighty inches: O [here, a pictograph for a rotund person, but also suggesting round/rune] be hell. Obey I aye(code ...o be hell,) is an alternate ending.
69. These Black Lines
Love is such an utter and faithful fool that at your service I,
Will, can only wait, though such waiting is hell.
Oh, certainly I am the medieval clown, perpetuating this old game,
4 and yet my verse shall stand in time to come.
I keep my eye on you, but you open your eyes elsewhere;
its both of us together that I exalt, of my own accord.
In these black lines the both of us shall be seen.
8 This thought, which seems as involuntary as death, spells my fate and leaves me no choice,
alas, none. Unless this unique project is to develop momentum and gain power over readers
I feel like quitting, for Im tired of all these verses.
Oh, nature treasures this miraculous man (and his hymns) to show what wealth she had,
12 and she stores him as a chart and guide for future times.
Now why, my friend, do the poets hints in verse not match your fine reality?
If some suspect youre sick or bador suspect some illicit relationship between usa knotty poem has masked whatever reality you display.
primary collection of couplet lines from Set V tends itself to
fall into couplets, with approximate (and funny) rhyme in Will/hell
(1-2), incidental rhyme in days/praise (3, 6), and exact
rhymepuns in knotty show/knotty show (13-14). (The play “oder
[i.e., poet] matcheth ‘knotty show’” in line
13 comments on this odd “matching” phenomenon.)
1) Ass owed Wriothesley his laud; Sue; Will; will [sexual drive];
Sought ruse, O aye lies low; So, t’ ruse olé’s
low; aye slow the tenure
downward codeline—SI OAF THT O TO A B I—encodes
such possible meanings as these: “Sigh, oaf, that ‘O’
to Abbie,” “Ass I owe faith to, to obey,” “Sigh,
oaf, that oath to obey,” “Sift it, O…,” “Safety
he taught. Why?…,” “Save th’ tot weighty,”
and “Safety ladder [=H] to t’ abbey.”