Sonnet 2

William Shakespeare

V1 V2 V3 V4 C1 C2 C3 C4 C5 VT CT

1 wen ˈfɔː.ti ˈwɪn.təz ʃəl bɪˈsiːʤ ðɑɪ brɑʊ 5 1 2 2 4 1 5 2 4 10 16

2 ənd dɪɡ diːp ˈtren.tʃɪz ɪn ðɑɪ ˈbjuː.tiz fiːld 5 1 3 1 10 0 5 3 3 10 21

3 ðɑɪ juːðz prɑʊd ˈlɪv.ər.i səʊ ɡeɪzd ɒn nɑʊ 3 1 1 5 4 0 6 2 4 10 16

4 wɪl bi ə ˈtɒt.əd wiːd əv smɔːl wɜːθ held 6 1 3 0 6 0 4 1 6 10 17

5 ðen ˈbiː.ɪŋ ɑːskt weər ɔːl ðɑɪ ˈbjuː.ti lɑɪz 2 1 4 3 5 0 4 2 5 10 16

6 weər ɔːl ðə ˈtreʒ.ər əv ðɑɪ ˈlʌs.ti deɪz 5 1 1 3 3 0 6 0 6 10 15

7 tʊ seɪ wɪˈðɪn ðɑɪn əʊn diːp ˈsʌŋ.kən ɑɪz 5 0 1 4 4 0 5 5 1 10 15

8 wər ən ˌɔːlˈiː.tɪŋ ʃeɪm ənd ˈθrɪft.ləs preɪz 6 0 2 2 4 0 5 4 6 10 19

9 hɑʊ mʌʧ mɔː preɪz dɪˈzɜːvd ðɑɪ ˈbjuː.tiz juːz 2 1 4 3 5 1 7 2 3 10 18

10 ɪf ðɑʊ kʊdst ˈɑːnt.sə ðɪs feə ʧɑɪld əv mɑɪn 5 0 1 4 5 1 8 3 1 10 18

11 ʃəl sʌm mɑɪ kɑʊnt ənd meɪk mɑɪ əʊld ɪkˈskjuːs 4 0 1 5 7 0 4 6 3 10 20

12 ˈpruː.vɪŋ hɪz ˈbjuː.ti bɑɪ səkˈseʃ.ən θɪŋ 6 1 2 1 5 0 7 3 2 10 17

13 ðɪs wə tʊ bi njuː meɪd wen ðɑʊ ɑːt əʊld 4 1 2 3 5 0 3 3 4 10 15

14 ənd siː ðɑɪ blʌd wɔːm wen ðɑʊ fiːlst ɪt kəʊld 4 0 3 3 7 0 5 3 5 10 20

62 9 30 39 74 3 74 39 53 140 243

When fortie Winters shall besiege thy brow, And digge deep trenches in thy beauties field, Thy youthes proud livery so gaz’d on now, Wil be a totter’d weed of smal worth held: Then being askt, where all thy beautie lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty daies; To say within thine owne deepe sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserv’d thy beauties use, If thou couldst answere this faire child of mine Shall Sum my count, and make my old excuse Prooving his beautie by succession thine. This were to be new made when thou art ould, And see thy blood warme when thou feel’st it could.

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vowel
V1: short
V2: neutralized
V3: long
V4: diphthong
vowel groups

consonant
C1: plosive
C2: affricate
C3: fricative
C4: nasal
C5: approximant
consonant groups

		V1	V2	V3	V4	C1	C2	C3	C4	C5	VT	CT
1	wen ˈfɔː.ti ˈwɪn.təz ʃəl bɪˈsiːʤ ðɑɪ brɑʊ	5	1	2	2	4	1	5	2	4	10	16
2	ənd dɪɡ diːp ˈtren.tʃɪz ɪn ðɑɪ ˈbjuː.tiz fiːld	5	1	3	1	10	0	5	3	3	10	21
3	ðɑɪ juːðz prɑʊd ˈlɪv.ər.i səʊ ɡeɪzd ɒn nɑʊ	3	1	1	5	4	0	6	2	4	10	16
4	wɪl bi ə ˈtɒt.əd wiːd əv smɔːl wɜːθ held	6	1	3	0	6	0	4	1	6	10	17
5	ðen ˈbiː.ɪŋ ɑːskt weər ɔːl ðɑɪ ˈbjuː.ti lɑɪz	2	1	4	3	5	0	4	2	5	10	16
6	weər ɔːl ðə ˈtreʒ.ər əv ðɑɪ ˈlʌs.ti deɪz	5	1	1	3	3	0	6	0	6	10	15
7	tʊ seɪ wɪˈðɪn ðɑɪn əʊn diːp ˈsʌŋ.kən ɑɪz	5	0	1	4	4	0	5	5	1	10	15
8	wər ən ˌɔːlˈiː.tɪŋ ʃeɪm ənd ˈθrɪft.ləs preɪz	6	0	2	2	4	0	5	4	6	10	19
9	hɑʊ mʌʧ mɔː preɪz dɪˈzɜːvd ðɑɪ ˈbjuː.tiz juːz	2	1	4	3	5	1	7	2	3	10	18
10	ɪf ðɑʊ kʊdst ˈɑːnt.sə ðɪs feə ʧɑɪld əv mɑɪn	5	0	1	4	5	1	8	3	1	10	18
11	ʃəl sʌm mɑɪ kɑʊnt ənd meɪk mɑɪ əʊld ɪkˈskjuːs	4	0	1	5	7	0	4	6	3	10	20
12	ˈpruː.vɪŋ hɪz ˈbjuː.ti bɑɪ səkˈseʃ.ən θɪŋ	6	1	2	1	5	0	7	3	2	10	17
13	ðɪs wə tʊ bi njuː meɪd wen ðɑʊ ɑːt əʊld	4	1	2	3	5	0	3	3	4	10	15
14	ənd siː ðɑɪ blʌd wɔːm wen ðɑʊ fiːlst ɪt kəʊld	4	0	3	3	7	0	5	3	5	10	20
		62	9	30	39	74	3	74	39	53	140	243
	When fortie Winters shall besiege thy brow, And digge deep trenches in thy beauties field, Thy youthes proud livery so gaz’d on now, Wil be a totter’d weed of smal worth held: Then being askt, where all thy beautie lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty daies; To say within thine owne deepe sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserv’d thy beauties use, If thou couldst answere this faire child of mine Shall Sum my count, and make my old excuse Prooving his beautie by succession thine. This were to be new made when thou art ould, And see thy blood warme when thou feel’st it could.