Tuesday, January 17, 2012

"Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love"--Charlie Brown


Act II Scene IV Lines 50-66 (according to Sparknotes) 
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!




Bonnie Raitt- I Can't Make You Love Me


Turn down the lights;
Turn down the bed.
Turn down these voices
Inside my head.

Lay down with me;
Tell me no lies.
Just hold me close;
Don't patronize.

Don't patronize me.

[Chorus:]
'Cuz I can't make you love me
If you don't.
You can't make your heart feel
Something it won't.
Here in the dark
In these final hours,
I will lay down my heart
And I'll feel the power;
But you won't.
No, you won't.
'Cuz I can't make you love me
If you don't.

I'll close my eyes,
Then I won't see
The love you don't feel
When you're holding me.

Morning will come,
And I'll do what's right;
Just give me till then
To give up this fight.

And I will give up this fight.





These two songs display the theme of unrequited love. The Duke asks Feste to sing him something about "the pangs of despised love" (Yes, I just used one of the to be or not to be speech parts), while Bonnie sings about a guy not loving her back, even though she loves him. I guess the main point is that both of these people are in love with "love" and "love" does not want to offer itself to them. Bonnie sings of herself ignoring all the signs of how her love is no reciprocated, which is similar to the Duke's constant affectionate advances towards Olivia when she clearly does not appreciate his advances. The fact that these two subjects are in "love", it demonstrates how their love for "love" is unrealistic and pathetic. Despite this, everyone still puts up with the " the heartache, and thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to" (Yes, I used another one). I think as human beings, we feel that love is better when it's hard to earn; partially the reason why we withstand "the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes". (Another one, I say!)

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