Shakespeare and the Elizabethan Sonnet
Barbara Everett: The Sonnets, 8 May 2008
“... When you have bid your servant once adieu. Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, nor your affairs suppose, But like a sad slave sit and think of naught Save where you are how happy you make those. So true a fool is love, that in your will, Though you do anything, he thinks no ill. Shakespeare wrote at moments more richly and deeply ... ”