Romeo and Juliet:. Sonneteers by any other name…. What is a “sonneteer”?. A sonnet writer A melancholic lover A hopeless romantic A narcissist A copy-cat A performer. What’s a sonnet writer?. An actual historical figure who writes sonnets
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Sonneteers by any other name…
-Matthew, in Ben Jonson’s
Every Man in His Humor (1598)
-Ingenioso in a Cambridge University Play,
Return from Parnassus II (c. 1601)
I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thighAnd the demesnes that there adjacent lie. (2.1.17-20)
Juliet: Sweet, so would I, / Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. (2.2.181-183)
ROMEOIf I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
JULIET Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
ROMEO Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIET Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
ROMEO O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
ROMEO Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purg’d.
Juliet: Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Romeo: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d!
Give me my sin again.
Juliet: You kiss by th’ book. (I.v.108-110)
Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew—
O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones!—
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
Or wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans.
The obsequies that I for thee will keep
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. (V.iii.12-17)
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. (V.iii.309-310)