I fear, too early: for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night’s revels and expire the term Of a despised life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.
October 14, 2015 at 11:29 pm
The first step, Mel, is to translate this passage into your own words – then, have a look at the example on the class website and try to write a similar paragraph about the metaphor in this extract.
Let me know if you need help.
CW