There is a verse from a Shakespearean sonnet that reads something like, Weary with toil and a Journey in my...

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head.... but I can't seem to find what it is, and piss on me, I can't remember how it goes...

Any help with this would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.

Answer 1

lol, I'm just here laughing that your posting help for info on a Shakespearean sonnet to a bunch of cricket-goers...hehe...

Answer 2

leave all the Shakespearean sonnet, Weary toil journey, your appreciation & the way it pissed you etc etc... to a side.... did you notice that you have asked your question in the sport cricket section.

haha.

Answer 3

Some of the answers that you can expect in this forum are:

1. Which match are you talking about?

2. I think Shakespeare was out for a duck in that match

3. Yes! England won the match then against the Aussies.

4. Ya. Shakespeare took 3 wickets in that match.

lol...Go to a forum of literature. Else, you will see answers like this for sure.

Answer 4

It's Sonnet 27:

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.

Answer 5

Sonnet 27:

Weary With Toil, I Haste To My Bed
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it:
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving,
Points on me graciously with fair aspect,
And puts apparel on my tottered loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me.

Answer 6

haw this is cricket category.

Answer 7

piss on you??? uuuuuuh dunno the answer though um is it W Grace he seems in the shakespeare era lol