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Sonett 87

Track generated and mixed by TKTM, Lyrics by William Shakespeare (Sonett 87 & 135) AI Video Footage generated and edited by Peter C. Krell Sonett 87 Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes That they behold and see not what they see? They know what beauty is, see where it lies, Yet what the best is take the worst to be. If eyes, corrupt by overpartial looks, Be anchored in the bay where all men ride, Why of eyes’ falsehood hast thou forgèd hooks, Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied? Why should my heart think that a several plot Which my heart knows the wide world’s common place? Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not, To put fair truth upon so foul a face? In things right true my heart and eyes have erred, And to this false plague are they now transferred. by William Shakespeare Sonnet 135 Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will, And will to boot, and will in overplus. More than enough am I that vex thee still, To thy sweet will making addition thus. Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious, Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? Shall will in others seem right gracious, And in my will no fair acceptance shine? The sea, all water, yet receives rain still, And in abundance addeth to his store; So thou, being rich in will, add to thy will One will of mine to make thy large will more. Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill. Think all but one, and me in that one will. Sonett 139 O, call not me to justify the wrong That thy unkindness lays upon my heart; Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue; Use power with power, and slay me not by art. Tell me thou lov’st elsewhere; but in my sight, Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside. What need’st thou wound with cunning when thy might Is more than my o’erpressed defense can bide? Let me excuse thee: ah, my love well knows Her pretty looks have been mine enemies; And therefore from my face she turns my foes, That they elsewhere might dart their injuries. Yet do not so; but since I am near slain, Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain. by William Shakespeare