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THE FIRST SONNET Sonnet No. 23
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharg'd with burden of mine own love's might.
O let my books be, then, the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast;
Who plead for love ,and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
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Note the repetition of the following words, we find-loves,
loves, mine
own loves, mine own loves, love, love.
Here Bacon tells us that his own love, strength is charged
with burden of
his own love's might, and that though he does not
speak of his
love-it can be read in his verse.
What is the burden of his own love. . . it is the burden of his
love for
Apollo-his literary divinity-for Pallas Athene-the
goddess of
wisdom-his inspirer-for his brain child-the first
folio of his
plays and for his other personality-Shakes-spear,
the
dramatist.
He
asks that his books shall tell his thoughts that they
plead
for his loves
and he looks to them to recompense him for all
his labours
for the benefit of humanity. Will Shakspere had
very little
interest in his fellow men-all that he was interested
in was his own
wellbeing. Bacon here asks his readers to read
what he has
written. He tells them to " hear with eyes ".
One does not
hear with eyes but with ears. He means that with
our eyes we
can read and search for the secrets in his sonnets
and the
messages that he inserted in them. He tells them
to
read what
silent love has written because he dare not write openly
under his own
name and was forced to use a pseudonym-the
name
Shakes-spear.