Go Forth and Multiply
At first glance William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 1 seems an anthem for the virtues of procreation. But as with all his writing, below the surface are other themes. Other lessons. While a worthy pursuit, continuation of the species isn’t our only obligation. The fruits of our labors should lift up, enlighten, and generally make the world a better place to live. After all there’s nothing like the satisfaction of a job well done.
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, Thyself 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, makest waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.