William Shakespeare. Sonnet CXXIXThe expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and till action, lust Is perjured, 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 proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
How many times have I given in to temptation only to have it entrap me. Once you let a sin into
your life, it is a weed that sucks the life out of you, It only gets bigger and bigger until you cut it off
and kill it. Sin tempts us only to ruin us. It is fun at first but it always takes us further than we want
to go. In one of my classes we've been discussing sin and its affect on us. We are reading books
like Dracula, Frankenstein, and Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde. Realizing that we all have a monstrous side
that threatens to take control of us. We must always be on our guard against temptation. No matter
how difficult it is. I think this sonnet my professor had us read explains this perfectly. Now, I don't
understand Shakespeare too well, but I really enjoy this sonnet.