Wednesday: Cheese and Sonnets

* Open

• Recitation

* Sonnet

• John Milton (1608–1674)
• Paradise Lost: Book I
• On Shakespeare. 1630
• When I Consider How My Light Is Spent 
• Sonnet XVIII: On the Late Massacre in Piedmont 

• William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
• "Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent’s Narrow Room"
• London, 1802

• G. K. Chesteron (1874--1936) "Sonnet to Stilton Cheese"
• Stilton, thou shouldst be living at this hour
  And so thou art. Nor losest grace thereby;
  England has need of thee, and so have I-
  She is a Fen. Far as the eye can scour,
  League after grassy league from Lincoln tower
  To Stilton in the fields, she is a Fen.
  Yet this high cheese, by choice of fenland men,
  Like a tall green volcano rose in power.
  Plain living and long drinking are no more,
  And pure religion reading ‘Household Words’,
  And sturdy manhood sitting still all day
  Shrink, like this cheese that crumbles to its core;
  While my digestion, like the House of Lords,
  The heaviest burdens on herself doth lay.

* Work on J13 - Sonnet the Second

HW: Work in J13