Wow, it's been awhile sine I've been on this site.... school has been hectic lately.
I hate to return just to ask for help, but I'm going to (and my God, this spell check feature is amazing!!!)
There is a part in Sidney's Sonnet 47 which I do not understand, if anyone is familiar with the sonnet, I would appreciate it you could help me out.
Here's the sonnet:
What, have I thus betrayed my liberty?
Can those black beams such burning marks engrave
In my free side, or am I born a slave,
Whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny?
Or want I sense to feel my misery,
Or sprite, disdain of such disdain to have,
Who for long faith, though daily help I crave,
May get no alms, but scorn of beggary.
[virtue], awake! Beauty but beauty is;
I may, I must, I can, I will, I do
Leave following that which it is gain to miss.
Let her go! Soft, but here she comes! Goe to,
Unkind, I love you not! O me, that eye
Doth make my heart to give my tongue the lie!
It's the lines "Can those black beams such burning marks engave/In my free side, or am I born a slave,/whose neck becomes such yoke of tyrany?" that I am having trouble with - I don't understand exactly what he means in his metaphor.
Any help would be appreciated