A.Z. Foreman | Shakespeare's Sonnet 21 in Early Modern Pronunciation @a.z.foreman74 | Uploaded 1 year ago | Updated 2 hours ago
So, I’ve set myself the task of recording all of Shakespeare’s sonnets in reconstructions of what various types of London English sounded like in the late Elizabethan/early Jacobean period. I am recording them at a rate of (well, more or less) one every week. Most of them are subscriber-only on my Patreon account. Go ahead and make a pledge there to access them:

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So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
Making a couplement of proud compare
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
O! let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother's child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air:
Let them say more that like of hearsay well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.