Weekly Interlinear Poem







This is the poem
for the week of July 27.
A new interlinear poem
is available each Monday.

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Robert Jackson

From fairest creatures we desire increase
Sonnet No. 1

-William Shakespeare

From fairest creatures we desire increase
increase=offspring
That thereby beauty's rose might never die
But, as the riper should by time decease,
riper=mature person
should . . . decease=does, in the normal course of events, die

His tender heir might bear his memory.
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
contracted=under contract/obsessed with
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
self-substantial=out of your own nature
Making a famine where abundance lies,
abundance=your natural gifts, which you keep to yourself
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
(your selfishness limits you)
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring
only=most important
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
bud=beauty's rose
buriest thy content=you keep hidden your contents

And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
mak'st waste=spoil your gifts
niggarding=withholding

Pity the world or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due by the grave and thee.
world's due=what is due to the world
by the grave=eat by the grave (the grave eats up everything that is due/settles all accounts)
and thee=and eat by you
(if you don't pity the world, you consume for yourself what is due to it)


From fairest creatures we desire increase
That thereby beauty's rose might never die
But, as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory.
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due by the grave and thee.