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Then let not winter's raggèd hand deface
In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled.
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed.
That use is not forbidden usury
Which happies those that pay the willing loan –
That's for thyself to breed another thee,
or ten times happier be it ten for one.
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled.
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed.
That use is not forbidden usury
Which happies those that pay the willing loan –
That's for thyself to breed another thee,
or ten times happier be it ten for one.
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
This is downright insulting! No matter how relatively beautiful (although even the wording is offensive sometimes) the language, the core messages conveyed—“I see you just a temporal vessel for your beauty.”, “You need to make lots of children with me so your beauty can outline you once you're old, wrinkly, and ugly and eventually die!”, “Your own, personal happiness doesn't really matter to me.”, “Did I mention we need to make kids?!”—are simply awful! The rest of (at least the first couple of) the Sonnets are pretty much the same, all revolving around wanting to have sex, and about condemning her for not making children before time catches up with her.
The only response I could think of to any of these would be a slap in the face and yelling at him for daring to address her informally with “thou”.
Romeo and Juliet was also rather unimpressive when I read it. At least Much Ado About Nothing was very entertaining, at least while Beatrice and Benedick were both still tsundere for each other.
I guess I'll withhold judgement until I've also read Hamlet and A Midsummer Night's Dream, although my first and second impressions could be much better already—I just hope he's not just as bad and overrated as Goethe.