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Let My Books Be

O let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more expressed. Oh! learn to read what silent love hath writ: To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit. These last six lines of Sonnet XXIII sound one of the major themes of Shakespeare’s sonnet sequence:  the power of the written word to guard the lover, his beloved, and his love itself against the ravages of time.  Throughout the sonnets, poems, tablets, whole books are distillations of the author’s Read more