The Sonnets of Shakespeare

The Network Layout of each sonnet shows how Shakespeare wove together words to build a sonnet. Each circle is a word and the lines show the direction (or link) to the next word. The color of the circle is an approximate indication of the Part of Speech while the color of the button on the other hand signifies how textually similar is the selected sonnet to the others (detected by an algorithm !). Hover over a button to view additional information. The sonnet currently selected - Sonnet 80 is most textually similar to Sonnet 113 (16.17 %). Low High

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Sonnet 80

O! how I faint when I of you do write,

Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,

And in the praise thereof spends all his might,

To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame!


But since your worth--wide as the ocean is,--

The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,

My saucy bark, inferior far to his,

On your broad main doth wilfully appear.


Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,

Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;

Or, being wrack'd, I am a worthless boat,

He of tall building, and of goodly pride:


Then if he thrive and I be cast away,

The worst was this,--my love was my decay.