Shakespeare’s sonnets stand the test of time so well due to the clarity of their subject. Each poem may use a variety of images and metaphors to examine that subject, and they may even leave some contradicting breadcrumbs for different interpretations. But they clearly examine one idea. Looking from all sides perhaps, but looking at one thing only.
Sonnet 52 So am I as the rich whose blessèd key Can bring him to his sweet up-lockèd treasure, The which he will not ev’ry hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placèd are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide To make some special instant special blessed By new unfolding his imprisoned pride. Blessèd are you whose worthiness gives scope, Being had, to triumph, being lacked, to hope.
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