Jul 31, 2015 · Sonnet 16 Continuing the thought of s. 15, the poet argues that procreation is a “mightier way” than poetry for the young man to stay alive, since the poet’s pen cannot present him as a living being.

Sonnet 16: ‘But wherefore do not you a mightier way’ by William Shakespeare is one of the final poems in the procreation series of Fair Youth sonnets. This particular poem starts where the fifteenth sonnet left off. The speaker is addressing the power, or lack thereof, of poetry.

Sonnet 16 in modern English But why don’t you use a more effective way of fighting this terrible tyrant, Time? And defend yourself with more effective methods than my useless poems?

Actually understand Shakespeare's Sonnets Sonnet 16. Read every line of Shakespeare’s original text alongside a modern English translation.

Sonnet 16 is one of 154 sonnets written by the English playwright and poet William Shakespeare. It is among those sonnets referred to as the procreation sonnets, within the Fair Youth sequence. Although the previous sonnet, Sonnet 15, does not overtly discuss procreation, Sonnet 16 opens with "But..." and goes on to make the encouragement clear.

The text of Shakespeare's sonnet 16 with critical notes and analysis. The theme of the youth's beauty is explored.

Sonnet 16, in the group of seventeen “procreation sonnets”, continues the argument that the beauty of the Fair Youth must be preserved through having children, although art… Read More

Sonnet XVI. But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify your self in your decay With means more blessed than my barren rhyme? Now stand you on the top of happy hours, And many maiden gardens, yet unset, With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers, Much liker than your painted counterfeit:

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd, And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursu'd,…

Sonnet 16 By William Shakespeare But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant Time? And fortify your self in your decay With means more blessed than my barren rhyme? Now stand you on the top of happy hours, And many maiden gardens yet unset, With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,