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The Next LeapKároly Szántó: Hungary will be the blueprint for university funds in Eastern EuropeKároly Szántó, the COO of Óbuda University's venture fund and studio OUVC, has a plan to supercharge investment activities in Central and Eastern Europe.
2025-05-1342 minThe Next LeapGavin Clark, Mark Mann: Here's how to build a shared TTOGavin Clark and Mark Mann share how they've built a tech transfer office shared by six UK universities focused on social sciences and creative industries.
2025-05-0637 minThe Next LeapPanel: What's next for quantum technologies?What does the future hold for quantum technologies? A panel of experts tackled the challenges at a recent Foresight Live event.
2025-04-2948 minThe Next LeapNicky Dibben: People buy products, not technologyNicky Dibben discusses how marketing strategy is everything that comes between you and your customer, and not simply “fluffy” social media.
2025-04-1544 minThe Next LeapWinsome Cheung: Startups, here's what to know when negotiating with big pharmaWinsome Cheung is a partner at Covington who helps biotech startups and big pharma negotiate deals. Here, she shares what to look out for in contracts.
2025-04-0838 minThe Next LeapStuart Wilkinson: What does a sweet shop have to do with spinouts?The impact of university research commercialisation can go far beyond the initial spinout, says Knowledge Exchange UK's chief executive Stuart Wilkinson.
2025-04-0134 minThe Next LeapErik Iverson, Mike Partsch: Industry doesn't want newly hatched ideasThe Wisconsin Alumni Research Foundation (WARF) has been around for 100 years and its leadership has novel ideas about how to keep its edge.
2025-03-2547 minThe Next LeapKevin Walters: Vitamin D-fortified food changed universities foreverIn 1925, the University of Wisconsin-Madison established the first-ever tech transfer office. And it all began with the discovery of vitamins.
2025-03-1846 minThe Next LeapTrailerHow does university research become a real-world product like vitamin D-fortified oatmeal, warfarin or Gatorade? The Next Leap is an interview show with the experts responsible for this process — from tech transfer practitioners to founders to lawyers, and others.
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2025-03-1304 min
Beyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesSeason 4 Recap: Building blocks in place for university venturing to take off in 2025
Is 2025 the year that university technology transfer will see a big boost? It certainly looks promising, particularly in the UK, where a government-led spinout review has encouraged universities to lower equity in spinouts to 25%. Most universities in the UK have adopted the guidelines. The debate over equity stakes is a discussion that Michele Barbour, associate pro vice-chancellor for enterprise and innovation at the University of Bristol, says she actually welcomed because it gave tech transfer a visibility that had so far lacked.
UK academic institutions will also have access to a £40m ($50m) pot for proof-of-concept funding. A...
2024-12-1327 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesAsia lags behind other regions for university venture fundsJust over a fifth of academic institutions in Asia have access to a dedicated university venture fund, with a third of all funds found in Japan — that’s the finding of GUV’s latest regional analysis published last week.
It puts Asian universities behind those in the US, Europe, Australia and New Zealand, though the Japanese ecosystem deserves recognition for being very mature: out of 13 universities on the list, 11 have at least one fund. The University of Tokyo Edge Capital Partners is also a rare example of a fund that invests overseas, rather than just in spinouts or the...
2024-10-2514 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry Heles10 Year AnalysisWe’re kicking off the new season with something a bit different: senior editor Maija Palmer asks regular host Thierry Heles the questions to talk about his recently published analysis looking at 10 years’ worth of spinout deals.
From a collapse in UK funding since Brexit to the rise of Japan, and from the continued strength of life sciences to an increased focus on climatetech, the data tells a lot of fascinating stories.
You can find the full article, for free, with lots of charts on our website now.
We’ll be back w...
2023-02-1700 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesGeorge Baxter: Edinburgh InnovationsThierry Heles talks to George Baxter, chief executive of Edinburgh Innovations about the strengths of the Scottish ecosystem, leading a tech transfer office that also handles student startups and the importance of public funding (and giving the taxpayer their money’s worth).
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2021-01-2900 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesLarry Loev: Ariel Scientific InnovationsThierry Heles talks to Larry Loev, chief executive of Ariel Scientific Innovations, about leading a tech transfer office for a young but ambitious university, the opportunities of tech transfer in a country famed for its startup ecosystem and how to bring innovation to oenology.
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2021-01-2200 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesMike Zimmerman: Main Sequence VenturesThierry Heles talks to Mike Zimmerman, partner at Main Sequence Ventures, about improving commercialisation activities in Australia, the importance of deep tech over the next few decades and developing a plant-based burger in partnership with Hungry Jack’s at breakneck speed.
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2021-01-1500 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesKelly Sexton: University of MichiganThierry Heles talks to Kelly Sexton, Associate Vice President for Research – Technology Transfer and Innovation Partnerships at University of Michigan. In this role, she supports and encourages university-wide programs for intellectual property development, innovation, and engagement with business and venture communities in the region, across the nation, and around the globe.
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2021-01-0800 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesAlastair Hick: Monash InnovationThierry Heles talks to Alastair Hick, senior director at Monash Innovation.
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2021-01-0100 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesMoray Wright: Parkwalk AdvisorsThierry Heles talks to Moray Wright, co-founder and chief executive of Parkwalk Advisors, the fund management subsidiary of commercialisation firm IP Group.
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2020-12-2500 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesAlicia Löffler: Northwestern UniversityThierry Heles talks to Alicia Löffler, associate provost for Innovation & New Ventures, associate vice president for Research and executive director, INVO, Center for Translational Innovation (CTI) at Northwestern University.
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2020-12-1800 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesNichole Mercier: Washington University in St LouisThierry Heles talks to Nichole Mercier, assistant vice-chancellor and managing director for technology transfer at Washington University in St Louis, about increasing engagement from female researchers, the impact of the pandemic on women faculty with children and fostering serial entrepreneurs that choose to stay in the local ecosystem.
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2020-12-1100 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesTony Raven: Cambridge EnterpriseThierry Heles talks to Tony Raven, chief executive of University of Cambridge’s commercialisation arm Cambridge Enterprise, about abandoning long-held beliefs in the workplace, his help in launching both IP Group and Cambridge Innovation Capital and the importance of running a tech transfer operation worthy of the Cambridge brand.
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2020-12-0400 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesOrin Herskowitz: Columbia UniversityThierry Heles talks to Orin Herskowitz, senior vice-president of intellectual property and tech transfer for Columbia University, and executive director of Columbia Technology Ventures, about New York’s accelerators, the upsides of Zoom meetings and why having a humanities degree is the perfect background for heading a tech transfer office.
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2020-11-2700 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesTony Armstrong: IU VenturesThierry Heles talks to Tony Armstrong, president and chief executive of IU Ventures, about how the organisation supports Indiana University spinouts and startups.
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2020-11-2000 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesLesley Millar-Nicholson: MIT’s Technology Licensing OfficeThierry Heles talks to Lesley Millar-Nicholson, director of MIT’s Technology Licensing Office and Catalysts, about a bumper year despite the pandemic.
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2020-11-1300 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesPeter Devine: UniseedThierry Heles talks to Peter Devine about Uniseed, Australia’s longest running venture fund that operates at the Universities of Melbourne, Queensland, Sydney & New South Wales, and the CSIRO.
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2020-11-0600 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesJim Wilkinson: Oxford Sciences InnovationThierry Heles talks to Jim Wilkinson of Oxford Sciences Innovation about the company and how they invest.
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2020-10-3000 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesDarek DeFreece: UC BerkeleyThierry Heles talks to Darek DeFreece, who at the time of recording was the managing director of Berkeley Academic Ventures.
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2020-10-2300 minBeyond the Breakthrough with Thierry HelesTom Vanhoutte: Imec.xpand
Thierry Heles talks to Tom Vanhoutte from Imec.xpand about the Belgian venture fund’s approach of investing huge sums at an early stage.
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2020-10-1600 min
Shakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 154: The little Love-god lying once asleepThe little Love-god lying once asleep
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vow’d chaste life to keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warm’d;
And so the general of hot desire
Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm’d.
This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
Which from Love’s fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy
For men diseased; but I, m...
2014-04-2246 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleepCupid laid by his brand and fell asleep.
A maid of Dian’s this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground,
Which borrowed from this holy fire of love
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
But at my mistress’ eye love’s brand new-fired,
The boy for trial needs would touch my breast.
I sick withal the help of bath desired,
And thither hied...
2014-04-1522 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 152: In loving thee thou know’st I am forswornIn loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing,
In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee,
When I break twenty? I am perjured most,
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,
And all my honest faith in thee is lost.
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy,
2014-04-1023 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience isLove is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body’s treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize; proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor dr...
2014-04-0820 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 150: O, from what power hast thou this powerful mightO, from what power hast thou this powerful might
With insufficiency my heart to sway,
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantize of skill
That in my mind thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O, though...
2014-04-0320 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee notCanst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of myself, all tyrant for thy sake?
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?
On whom frown’st thou that I do fawn upon?
Nay, if thou lour’st on me, do I not spend
Revenge upon myself with present moan?
What merit do I in myself respect
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth wors...
2014-04-0123 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 148: O me! What eyes hath love put in my headO me! What eyes hath love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
Or if they have, where is my judgement fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote,
Love’s eye is not so true as all men’s ‘No’.
How can it? O, how can love’s eye be true,
That is so vexed with watching and with t...
2014-03-2719 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing stillMy love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I, desperate, now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expr...
2014-03-2528 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earthPoor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Feeding these rebel pow’rs that thee array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body’s end?
Then, soul, live thou upon thy servants’ loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed...
2014-03-2025 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 145: Those lips that Love’s own hand did makeThose lips that Love’s own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said “I hate”
To me that languished for her sake.
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that, ever sweet,
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
“I hate” she altered with an end
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
“I hate” from hate away she...
2014-03-1821 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despairTwo loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair;
The worser spirit a woman coloured ill.
To win me soon to hell my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turned fiend
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell,
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I...
2014-03-1325 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 143: Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catchLo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feathered creatures broke away,
Sets down her babe and makes a swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay,
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant’s discontent:
So runn’st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I, thy babe, chase thee afar behind;
But if thou catch thy hope, turn...
2014-03-1118 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hateLove is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.
O but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving,
Or if it do, not from those lips of thine,
That have profaned their scarlet ornaments
And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robbed others’ beds’ revénues of their rents.
Be it lawful I love thee as thou lov’st those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine impórtune thee;
Root pity in...
2014-03-0627 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyesIn faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note,
But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted,
Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone;
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a...
2014-03-0421 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel: Do not pressBe wise as thou art cruel: Do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain,
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
If I might teach thee wit: Better it were,
Though not to love, yet love to tell me so,
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know.
For if I should despair I should grow mad,
And in my madness might speak ill of thee;
Now this ill-wresting world is...
2014-02-2729 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 139: O call not me to justify the wrongO call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
Use power with power and slay me not by art.
Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside.
What need’st thou wound with cunning when thy might
Is more than my o’er-press’d defense can bide?
Let me excuse thee: ah, my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
And theref...
2014-02-2522 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truthWhen my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue,
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O love’s best habit is in seem...
2014-02-2016 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 137: Thou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyesThou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes’ falsehood hast thou forgèd hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot
Which my heart knows the wide world’s common place?
Or mi...
2014-02-1825 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so nearIf thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will,
And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;
Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
Will will fulfil the treasure of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one;
In things of great receipt with ease we prove
Among a number one is reckoned none.
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy store’s account I one must be;
For no...
2014-02-1319 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy WillWhoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
And Will to boot, and Will in overplus;
More than enough am I that vex thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in Will, add to thy Will
2014-02-1120 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 134: So now I have confessed that he is thineSo now I have confessed that he is thine,
And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,
Myself I’ll forfeit, so that other mine
Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still:
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art covetous, and he is kind;
He learned but surety-like to write for me
Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou usurer that put’st forth all to use,
And sue a friend came...
2014-02-0627 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groanBeshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me;
Is’t not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet’st friend must be?
Me from my self thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engrossed;
Of him, my self, and thee I am forsaken,
A torment thrice threefold thus to be crossed.
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom’s ward,
But then my friend’s heart let my poor heart bail;
2014-02-0427 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying meThine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even
Doth half that glory to the sober west
As those two mourning eyes become thy face.
O let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee...
2014-01-3024 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 131: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou artThou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou knowst, to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
Yet in good faith some say, that thee behold,
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
To say they err, I dare not be so bold,
Although I swear it to myself alone;
And to be sure that is not false, I swear
A thousand groans but thinking on thy face;
One on...
2014-01-2825 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sunMy mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
...
2014-01-2321 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 129: The expense of spirit in a waste of shameThe expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action: and till action, lust
Is perjur’d, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoy’d no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallow’d bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad:
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof,— and prov’d, a very woe;
Before, a joy prop...
2014-01-2119 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 128: How oft when thou, my music, music play’stHow oft when thou, my music, music play’st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway’st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,
At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
2014-01-1621 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 127: In the old age black was not counted fairIn the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name;
But now is black beauty’s successive heir,
And beauty slandered with a bastard shame:
For since each hand hath put on Nature’s power,
Fairing the foul with art’s false borrowed face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mistress’ eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no b...
2014-01-1430 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 126: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy powerO thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time’s fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show’st
Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow’st.
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
Her audit (though delayed) answer...
2014-01-0926 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 125: Were’t aught to me I bore the canopyWere’t aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases for eternity,
Which proves more short than waste or ruining?
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all and more by paying too much rent
For compound sweet; forgoing simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
No; let me be obsequious in thy heart,
And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
Which is not mix’d with seconds, knows no art,
But mutual render, only...
2014-01-0729 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 124: If my dear love were but the child of stateIf my dear love were but the child of state,
It might for Fortune’s bastard be unfather’d,
As subject to Time’s love or Time’s hate,
Weeds amoung weeds, or flowers with flowers gather’d.
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto th’inviting time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short number’d hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows w...
2014-01-0220 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 123: No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do changeNo! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
They are but dressings of a former sight.
Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old,
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
Not wond’ring at the present nor the past,
For thy records and what we see do...
2013-12-3116 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainThy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full character’d with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain,
Beyond all date; even to eternity:
Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to raz’d oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be miss’d.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust...
2013-12-2630 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 121: ‘Tis better to be vile than vile esteem’d‘Tis better to be vile than vile esteem’d,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem’d
Not by our feeling, but by others’ seeing:
For why should others’ false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be straight though they themselves...
2013-12-2426 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 120: That you were once unkind befriends me nowThat you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammer’d steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken,
As I by yours, you’ve pass’d a hell of time;
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffer’d in your crime.
O, that our night of woe might have remember’d
My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon t...
2013-12-1923 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 119: What potions have I drunk of Siren tearsWhat potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill’d from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the distraction of this madding fever,
O benefit of ill, now I find true,
That better is by evil still made better,
And ruin’d love, when it is built anew,
2013-12-1718 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 118: Like as, to make our appetites more keenLike as, to make our appetites more keen,
With eager compounds we our palate urge,
As, to prevent our maladies unseen,
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge;
Even so, being full or your ne’er-cloying sweetness,
To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding;
And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness
To be diseas’d, ere that there was true needing.
Thus policy in love, to anticipate
The ills that were not, grew to faults assur’d,
And brought to medicine a healthful state,
Which...
2013-12-1219 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 117: Accuse me thus: that I have scanted allAccuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have frequent been with unknown minds,
And given to time your own dear-purchas’d right;
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
Book both my wilfulness and errors down,
And on just proof surmise, accumulate;
Bring me within the level of your frown,
But shoot no...
2013-12-1025 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true mindsLet me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! It is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears...
2013-12-0518 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lieThose lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
But reckoning Time, whose million’d accidents
Creep in ‘twixt vows, and change decrees of kings,
Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp’st intents,
Divert strong minds to the course of altering things;
Alas! why, fearing of Time’s tyranny,
Might I not then say, ‘Now I love you best,’
When I was certain o’er incerta...
2013-12-0319 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with youOr whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,
Drink up the monarch’s plague, this flattery?
Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of monsters and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best,
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
O! ’tis the first, ’tis flattery in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is ‘greeing...
2013-11-2822 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 113: Since I left you, mine eye is in my mindSince I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch:
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch;
For if it see the rud’st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favour or deformed’st creature,
The mountain or the...
2013-11-2622 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 112: Your love and pity doth the impression fillYour love and pity doth the impression fill,
Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow;
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you o’er-green my bad, my good allow?
You are my all-the-world, and I must strive
To know my shames and praises from your tongue;
None else to me, nor I to none alive,
That my steeled sense or changes right or wrong.
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others’ voices, that my adder’s sense
To critic and to flatte...
2013-11-2124 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 111: O! for my sake do you with Fortune chideO! for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
That did not better for my life provide
Than public means which public manners breeds.
Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,
And almost thence my nature is subdued
To what it works in, like the dyer’s hand:
Pity me, then, and wish I were renewed;
Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink
Potions of eisell ‘gainst my strong infection;
No bitterness that I will bitter think,
Nor doub...
2013-11-1919 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 110: Alas! ’tis true, I have gone here and thereAlas! ’tis true, I have gone here and there,
And made my self a motley to the view,
Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old offences of affections new;
Most true it is, that I have looked on truth
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
These blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays proved thee my best of love.
Now all is done, have what shall have no end:
Mine appetite I never more will grind
On newer proof, to try an...
2013-11-1425 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 109: O! never say that I was false of heartO! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem’d my flame to qualify,
As easy might I from my self depart
As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I return again;
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe though in my nature reigned,
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be...
2013-11-1225 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 108: What’s in the brain that ink may characterWhat’s in the brain that ink may character,
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What’s new to speak, what now to register,
That may express my love, or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must each day say o’er the very same;
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallowed thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love’s fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor give...
2013-11-0724 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soulNot mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown themselves assured,
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Now with the drops of this most balmy time,
My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,
Since, spite of him, I’ll live in this poor rhyme,
2013-11-0524 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted timeWhen in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express’d
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not...
2013-10-3125 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 105: Let not my love be called idolatryLet not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument,
Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
2013-10-2917 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be oldTo me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey’d,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d,
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv’d;
So your sweet hue...
2013-10-2425 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 103: Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forthAlack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
The argument all bare is of more worth
Than when it hath my added praise beside!
O! blame me not, if I no more can write!
Look in your glass, and there appears a face
That over-goes my blunt invention quite,
Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace.
Were it not sinful then, striving to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
For to no other pass my verses tend
...
2013-10-2220 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 102: My love is strengthened, though more weak in seemingMy love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear;
That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming,
The owner’s tongue doth publish every where.
Our love was new, and then but in the spring,
When I was wont to greet it with my lays;
As Philomel in summer’s front doth sing,
And stops his pipe in growth of riper days:
Not that the summer is less pleasant now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild...
2013-10-1824 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 101: O truant Muse what shall be thy amendsO truant Muse what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer Muse: wilt thou not haply say,
‘Truth needs no colour, with his colour fixed;
Beauty no pencil, beauty’s truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermixed’?
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
Excuse not silence so, for’t lies in thee
To make him much outlive a gilded tomb
And to b...
2013-10-1524 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 100: Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget’st so longWhere art thou, Muse, that thou forget’st so long
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend’st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem
In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise, resty Muse, my love’s sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay...
2013-10-1029 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 099: The forward violet thus did I chideThe forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love’s breath? Thy purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair:
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol’n of both
And to his robbery had anne...
2013-10-0818 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 098: From you have I been absent in the springFrom you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April dress’d in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing
That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odor and in hue
Could make me any summer’s story tell.
Or from their proud lap pluck them while they grew;
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They...
2013-10-0318 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 097: How like a winter hath my absence beenHow like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December’s bareness every where!
And yet this time removed was summer’s time
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me
But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, t...
2013-10-0121 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 096: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonnessSome say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
Both grace and faults are lov’d of more and less:
Thou mak’st faults graces that to thee resort.
As on the finger of a throned queen
The basest jewel will be well esteem’d,
So are those errors that in thee are seen
To truths translated, and for true things deem’d.
How many lambs might the stern wolf betray,
If like a lamb he could his looks translate!
How many gaz...
2013-09-2619 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shameHow sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
O! in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose.
That tongue that tells the story of thy days,
Making lascivious comments on thy sport,
Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise;
Naming thy name blesses an ill report.
O! what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their habitation chose out thee,
Where beauty’s veil doth cover every blot
And al...
2013-09-2422 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 094: They that have power to hurt and will do noneThey that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,
They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces
And husband nature’s riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer’s flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest...
2013-09-1918 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 093: So shall I live, supposing thou art trueSo shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love’s face
May still seem love to me, though altered new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
In many’s looks, the false heart’s history
Is writ in moods, and frowns, and wrinkles strange.
But heaven in thy creation did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate’er thy thoughts, or thy h...
2013-09-1719 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 092: But do thy worst to steal thyself awayBut do thy worst to steal thyself away,
For term of life thou art assured mine,
And life no longer than thy love will stay,
For it depends upon that love of thine.
Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs,
When in the least of them my life hath end.
I see a better state of me belongs
Than that which on my humour doth depend;
Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,
Since that my life on the revolt doth lie.
O, what a...
2013-09-1223 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 091: Some glory in their birth, some in their skillSome glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies’ force,
Some in their garments though new-fangled ill;
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest:
But these particulars are not my measure,
All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ cost,
Of more delight than hawks and horses be;
2013-09-1017 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 090: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, nowThen hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah! do not, when my heart hath ‘scaped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquered woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the on...
2013-09-0517 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 089: Say that thou didst forsake me for some faultSay that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offence:
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
Against thy reasons making no defence.
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I’ll myself disgrace; knowing thy will,
I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange;
Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong,
An...
2013-09-0322 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 088: When thou shalt be disposed to set me lightWhen thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side, against myself I’ll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted;
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory:
And I by this will be a gainer too;
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
The injuries that to myself I do...
2013-08-2917 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 087: Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessingFarewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know’st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thy self thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav’st it else mistaking;
So thy grea...
2013-08-2725 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 086: Was it the proud full sail of his great verseWas it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
No, neither he, nor his compeers by night
Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
He, nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
As victors of my silence cannot boast;
I was...
2013-08-2220 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 085: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her stillMy tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise richly compiled,
Reserve thy character with golden quill,
And precious phrase by all the Muses filed.
I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words,
And like unlettered clerk still cry ‘Amen’
To every hymn that able spirit affords,
In polished form of well-refined pen.
Hearing you praised, I say tis so, ’tis true,’
And to the most of praise add something more;
But that is in my thought, whose love to you,
Though words come hin...
2013-08-2014 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 084: Who is it that says most, which can say moreWho is it that says most, which can say more,
Than this rich praise, that you alone are you,
In whose confine immured is the store
Which should example where your equal grew?
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
That to his subject lends not some small glory;
But he that writes of you, if he can tell
That you are you, so dignifies his story.
Let him but copy what in you is writ,
Not making worse what nature made so clear,
And such a counterpart shall...
2013-08-1515 minShakespeare’s SonnetsSonnet 083: I never saw that you did painting needI never saw that you did painting need,
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
The barren tender of a poet’s debt:
And therefore have I slept in your report,
That you yourself, being extant, well might show
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
This silence for my sin you did impute,
Which shall be most my glory being dumb;
For I impair not beauty being mu...
2013-08-1321 min