Let's start with my favorite sonnet, shall we?
I'm so excited.
Here we go. It's just Shakespeare...not rocket science.
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
That thou consumest thyself in single life?
Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die.
The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife;
The world will be thy widow and still weep
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may kee
By children's eyes her husband's shape in mind.
Look, what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused, the user so destroys it.
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murderous shame commits.
Here's what it means, according to me:
Are you afraid of dying dumb ass? If you are, that's fine. But people will still morn you.
If you forgot to have children...you're supid. In a childs eyes we live forever. Don't you know that?
As a woman, your beauty is fading minute by minute. The fact that you don't use it to hook some man is a crying shame. You murder your own importance by not using it. It's a crime. You don't love anyone...bitch.
Okay, next time we'll go line by line. I'll be more literary. I'll tell you what each word means, like "issueless" in this sonnet. It means childless.
I won't swear next Friday. I swear.