Shakespeare Electronic Conference, Vol. 3, No. 45. Wednesday, 4 Mar 1992.
Date: 		Fri, 28 Feb 1992 22:24:28 EST
From: 		This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. (Hardy M. Cook)
Subject: 	Sonnets Announcement
Today, two versions of the 1609 Quarto of the Sonnets have been added
to the SHAKSPER Fileserver:
  SONNETS  1609Q      A complete transcription of the 1609 Quarto of
                        Shakespeare's *Sonnets*. Untagged Version.
  SONNETS  TAG1609Q   A fully tagged text of the 1609 Quarto of
                        Shakespeare's *Sonnets*.
In part, the posting of these versions of the Sonnets is intended to
restart our discussion of the PD Shakespeare Project.
At this time, I am particularly interested in hearing responses to the
tagging choices.  One such choice is the use of <it> to indicate italics.
I've used this tag throughout the many versions I've produced so far, but
I'm not sure that I've made the right decision.  Clearly, another alternative
would be to use the SMGL <i> and </i>.  In our earlier discussions, Sid
Reid suggested {i} and {r}.  Other e-texts simply enclose italicized
words with { }.  As I think about it now, this latter alternative seems
very appealing.  In any case, any response to the texts as they stand are
welcome.  When a consensus is reached, I'll revise and re-post.  With this
set, I've begun to include version numbers.
SHAKSPEReans can retrieve the complete text files from the SHAKSPER
Fileserver by issuing the interactive command, "TELL LISTSERV
UTORONTO GET SONNETS 1609Q."  If your network link does not support
the interactive "TELL" command, or if Listserv rejects your request,
then send a one-line mail message (without a subject line) to
LISTSERV@utoronto, reading "GET SONNETS TAG1609Q SHAKSPER" or "GET
SONNETS 1609Q SHAKSPER."  For a complete list of files available,
send the command "GET SHAKSPER FILES SHAKSPER" to obtain an annotated
index.  For further information, consult the appropriate section of your
Following is a brief excerpt of SONNET TAG1609Q, the fully tagged
version.  -- hmc
[This text of the 1609 Quarto of Shakespeare's _Sonnets_ is part of the
Public Domain Old-Spelling Shakespeare Project.  This Project has been
undertaken by members of the SHAKSPER Global Electronic Conference
<This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.>, under the editorship of Hardy M. Cook and
Kenneth Steele.  The text was prepared from facsimiles of the
Huntington-Bridgewater copy and the Bodleian copy of the 1609 Quarto,
Aspley imprint.  It was then compared to the Folger Shakespeare Library's
1609 Quarto of the Sonnets, Aspley imprint, and entered by Hardy M. Cook,
<This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.>, in February 1992.  It may be FREELY
distributed for scholarly, educational, or literary purposes, so long as
this paragraph remains in tact.  Use of this text for commercial purposes
is strictly forbidden.  Copyright (c)1992 SHAKSPER Global Electronic
Version 922.3
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               Never before Imprinted.
                     AT LONDON
              By G. Eld for T.T. and are
           to be solde by <it>Willliam Aspley<it>.
<P A2>
                               T. T.
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<S 1>
<L 1>     FRom fairest creatures we desire increase,
<L 2>     That thereby beauties <it>Rose<it> might neuer die,
<L 3>     But as the riper should by time decease,
<L 4>     His tender heire might beare his memory:
<L 5>     But thou contracted to thine owne bright eyes,
<L 6>     Feed'st thy lights flame with selfe substantiall fewell,
<L 7>     Making a famine where aboundance lies,
<L 8>     Thy selfe thy foe,to thy sweet selfe too cruell:
<L 9>     Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament,
<L 10>    And only herauld to the gaudy spring,
<L 11>    Within thine owne bud buriest thy content,
<L 12>    And tender chorle makst wast in niggarding:
<L 13>      Pitty the world,or else this glutton be,
<L 14>      To eate the worlds due,by the graue and thee.
<S 2>                          2
<L 1>     VVHen fortie Winters shall beseige thy brow,
<L 2>     And digge deep trenches in thy beauties field,
<L 3>     Thy youthes proud liuery so gaz'd on now,
<L 4>     Wil be a totter'd weed of smal worth held:
<L 5>     Then being askt,where all thy beautie lies,
<L 6>     Where all the treasure of thy lusty daies;
<L 7>     To say within thine owne deepe sunken eyes,
<L 8>     Were an all-eating shame,and thriftlesse praise.
<L 9>     How much more praise deseru'd thy beauties vse,
<L 10>    If thou couldst answere this faire child of mine
<L 11>    Shall sum my count,and make my old excuse
<L 12>    Proouing his beautie by succession thine.
<P B1v>                                  B                 This
<L 13>      This were to be new made when thou art ould,
<L 14>      And see thy blood warme when thou feel'st it could,
<S 3>                             3
<L 1>     LOoke in thy glasse and tell the face thou vewest,
<L 2>     Now is the time that face should forme an other,
<L 3>     Whose fresh repaire if now thou not renewest,
<L 4>     Thou doo'st beguile the world,vnblesse some mother.
<L 5>     For where is she so faire whose vn-eard wombe
<L 6>     Disdaines the tillage of thy husbandry?
<L 7>     Or who is he so fond will be the tombe,
<L 8>     Of his selfe loue to stop posterity?
<L 9>     Thou art thy mothers glasse and she in thee
<L 10>    Calls backe the louely Aprill of her prime,
<L 11>    So thou through windowes of thine age shalt see,
<L 12>    Dispight of wrinkles this thy goulden time.
<L 13>      But if thou liue remembred not to be,
<L 14>      Die single and thine Image dies with thee.
<S 4>                               4
<L 1>     VNthrifty louelinesse why dost thou spend,
<L 2>     Vpon thy selfe thy beauties legacy?
<L 3>     Natures bequest giues nothing but doth lend,
<L 4>     And being franck she lends to those are free:
<L 5>     Then beautious nigard why doost thou abuse,
<L 6>     The bountious largesse giuen thee to giue?
<L 7>     Profitles vserer why doost thou vse
<L 8>     So great a summe of summes yet can'st not liue?
<L 9>     For hauing traffike with thy selfe alone,
<L 10>    Thou of thy selfe thy sweet selfe dost deceaue,
<L 11>    Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
<L 12>    What acceptable <it>Audit<it> can'st thou leaue?
<L 13>     Thy vnus'd beauty must be tomb'd with thee,
<L 14>     Which vsed liues th'executor to be.
<S 5>                              5
<L 1>     THose howers that with gentle worke did frame,
<L 2>     The louely gaze where euery eye doth dwell
<L 3>     Will play the tirants to the very same,
<P B2>                                                   And
<L 4>     And that vnfaire which fairely doth excell:
<L 5>     For neuer resting time leads Summer on,
<L 6>     To hidious winter and confounds him there,
<L 7>     Sap checkt with frost and lustie leau's quite gon.
<L 8>     Beauty ore-snow'd and barenes euery where,
<L 9>     Then were not summers distillation left
<L 10>    A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glasse,
<L 11>    Beauties effect with beauty were bereft,
<L 12>    Nor it nor noe remembrance what it was.
<L 13>      But flowers distil'd though they with winter meete,
<L 14>      Leese but their show,their substance still liues sweet.
<S 6>                              6
<L 1>     THen let not winters wragged hand deface,
<L 2>     In thee thy summer ere thou be distil'd:
<L 3>     Make sweet some viall;treasure thou some place,
<L 4>     With beautits treasure ere it be selfe kil'd:
<L 5>     That vse is not forbidden vsery,
<L 6>     Which happies those that pay the willing lone;
<L 7>     That's for thy selfe to breed an other thee,
<L 8>     Or ten times happier be it ten for one,
<L 9>     Ten times thy selfe were happier then thou art,
<L 10>    If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee,
<L 11>    Then what could death doe if thou should'st depart,
<L 12>    Leauing thee liuing in posterity?
<L 13>      Be not selfe-wild for thou art much too faire,
<L 14>      To be deaths conquest and make wormes thine heire.
<S 7>                         7
<L 1>     LOe in the Orient when the gracious light,
<L 2>     Lifts vp his burning head,each vnder eye
<L 3>     Doth homage to his new appearing sight,
<L 4>     Seruing with lookes his sacred maiesty,
<L 5>     And hauing climb'd the steepe vp heauenly hill,
<L 6>     Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
<L 7>     Yet mortall lookes adore his beauty still,
<L 8>     Attending on his goulden pilgrimage:
<L 9>     But when from high-most pich with wery car,
<P B2v>                                B  2               Like
<L 10>    Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
<L 11>    The eyes(fore dutious)now conuerted are
<L 12>    From his low tract and looke an other way:
<L 13>      So thou,thy selfe out-going in thy noon:
<L 14>      Vnlok'd on diest vnlesse thou get a sonne.
<S 8>                           8
<L 1>     MVsick to heare,why hear'st thou musick sadly,
<L 2>     Sweets with sweets warre not ,ioy delights in ioy:
<L 3>     Why lou'st thou that which thou receaust not gladly,
<L 4>     Or else receau'st with pleasure thine annoy?
<L 5>     If the true concord of  well tuned sounds,
<L 6>     By vnions married do offend thine eare,
<L 7>     They do but sweetly chide thee,who confounds
<L 8>     In singlenesse the parts that thou should'st beare:
<L 9>     Marke how one string sweet husband to an other,
<L 10>    Strikes each in each by mutuall ordering;
<L 11>    Resembling sier,and child,and happy mother,
<L 12>    Who all in one,one pleasing note do sing:
<L 13>     Whose speechlesse song being many,seeming one,
<L 14>     Sings this to thee thou single wilt proue none.
<S 9>                                 9.
<L 1>     IS it for feare to wet a widdowes eye,
<L 2>     That thou consum'st thy selfe in single life?
<L 3>     Ah;if thou issulesse shalt hap to die,
<L 4>     The world will waile thee like a makelesse wife,
<L 5>     The world wilbe thy widdow and still weepe,
<L 6>     That thou no forme of thee hast left behind,
<L 7>     When euery priuat widdow well may keepe,
<L 8>     By childrens eyes,her husbands shape in minde:
<L 9>     Looke what an vnthrift in the world doth spend
<L 10>    Shifts but his place,for still the world inioyes it
<L 11>    But beauties waste hath in the world an end,
<L 12>    And kept vnvsde the vser so destroyes it:
<L 13>     No loue toward others in that bosome sits
<L 14>     That on himselfe such murdrous shame commits.
<P B2v>                                                  IO.

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