Shakespeare’s second sonnet
describes one’s pleasant appearance, and the positives of having children, or a
child, to pass on one’s youthful beauty and self. The sonnet begins with describing how one’s appearance
will fade, how one’s beauty will dissipate, over time, and will become worth
very little. Shakespeare writes:
“When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
And
dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy
youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will
be a tattered weed, of small worth held:” (2.1-2.4)
This
says, basically, that after 40 years have passed, and dug deep wrinkles in your
face, your youth and virility will be not worth much, like a tattered
weed. The next part of the sonnet describes
what were to happen if one were to ask one what happened to their beauty, and
their youth. Shakespeare writes:
“Then
being asked where all thy beauty lies,
Where
all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To
say within thine own deep-sunken eyes
Were
an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.” (2.5-2.8)
This
means that if someone were to ask whomever this is describing where their youth
went, where all the benefits and treasures of one’s youth went, and they were
to say that it were all written in their face, in their aged appearance, that
it would be an all-consuming shame and worth no praise. The third part of the sonnet says the
following:
“How
much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use
If
thou couldst answer, ‘This fair child of mine
Shall
sum my count and make my old excuse,’
Proving
his beauty by succession thine.” (2.9-2.12)
This
says that one would be much more worthy of praise if one would have had a child
to pass on your legacy, your youthful self.
You could explain where your beauty went that way, by saying that your
child, and the raising of that child, is the reason your beauty has faded. Then Shakespeare says that your child’s
beauty will be an embodiment of your own.
The
final couplet reads as follows:
“This
were to be new made when thou art old,
And
see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.” (2.13-2.14)
This
says that having a child, a new life, would be similar to being born again in
old age and that the cold blood that flows in your veins will become warm again
in your child’s veins. It is clear that
in this sonnet, Shakespeare wishes to describe how having a child is important,
worthy of great praise, and a way to pass on yourself. It is a way to allow your beauty to fade, and
yet still be happy with it since your beauty and self has now been passed to
your child.



















