“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.†When I first learned this Shakespearean sonnet in college I presumed he wrote it to impress a lady. Sorry- not so.
He wrote it and other sonnets for a man. It’s not what you think. (Not that there’s anything wrong with it. Right, Jerry and George?) Good old Will was presumably a straight shooter. He was being paid to write nice things about his patrician, the patron of the arts who financed Will’s lifestyle.
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