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CASLON
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SHAKESPEARES
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HISTORY of
CASLONT h e r i s e o f C a s l o n
Caslon is a group of seri f typefaces designed by Will iam Caslon I (1692–1766) in London. Caslon worked as an engraver of punches, the masters used to stamp the moulds or matrices used to cast metal type. He worked in the tradit ion of what is now called old-style seri f letter design, that produced letters with a relatively or-
ganic structure resembling handwrit ing with a pen.
HISTORY
CASLONT h e r i s e o f C a s l o n
Caslon is a group of seri f typefaces designed by Will iam Caslon I (1692–1766) in London. Caslon worked as an engraver of punches, the masters used to stamp the moulds or matrices used to cast metal type. He worked in the tradit ion of what is now called old-style seri f letter design, that produced letters with a relatively or-
ganic structure resembling handwrit ing with a pen.
Caslon established a tradit ion of designing type in London , which had not been common, and so he was inf lu-enced by the imported Dutch Baroque typefaces that were popular in England at the time.
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Caslon established a tradit ion of designing type in London , which had not been common, and so he was inf lu-enced by the imported Dutch Baroque typefaces that were popular in England at the time.
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But whe re fo r e do no t you a m igh t i e r wayMake war upon th i s b loody t y r an t , Time ?And fo r t i f y you r s e l f i n you r decayWi th means more b l e s s ed than my ba r r en rhyme?Now s t and you on the t op o f happy hour s ,And many ma iden ga rdens , y e t un se t ,Wi th v i r t uous w i sh wou ld b ea r you l i v i ng f l ower s ,Much l i k e r than you r pa in t ed coun te r f e i t :So shou ld the l i ne s o f l i f e tha t l i f e r epa i r ,Wh ich th i s , Time ’ s penc i l , o r my pup i l pen ,Ne i the r i n i nward wor th no r ou tward f a i r ,Can make you l i v e you r s e l f i n eye s o f men . To g i ve away you r s e l f , k eep s you r s e l f s t i l l , And you must liv e, drawn by your own sweet skill. Who will believe my verse in time to come,I f i t we re f i l l ed w i th you r mos t h i gh de se r t s ?I f I cou ld wr i t e the b eau ty o f you r eye s ,And in f r e sh numb er s numb er a l l you r g r ace s ,The age to come wou ld s ay ‘Th i s poe t l i e s ;Such heaven ly touche s ne ’e r t ouched ea r th l y f a ce s .’So shou ld my pape r s , y e l l owed w i th the i r age ,Be s co rned , l i k e o ld men o f l e s s t r u th than tongue ,And you r t r ue r i gh t s b e t e rmed a poe t ’ s r ageAnd s t r e t ched me t r e o f an an t i que song : Bu t we re some ch i l d o f you r s a l i v e tha t t ime , You shou ld l i v e tw i ce , i n i t , and i n my rhyme .
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L O NA S
But whe re fo r e do no t you a m igh t i e r wayMake war upon th i s b loody t y r an t , Time ?And fo r t i f y you r s e l f i n you r decayWi th means more b l e s s ed than my ba r r en rhyme?Now s t and you on the t op o f happy hour s ,And many ma iden ga rdens , y e t un se t ,Wi th v i r t uous w i sh wou ld b ea r you l i v i ng f l ower s ,Much l i k e r than you r pa in t ed coun te r f e i t :So shou ld the l i ne s o f l i f e tha t l i f e r epa i r ,Wh ich th i s , Time ’ s penc i l , o r my pup i l pen ,Ne i the r i n i nward wor th no r ou tward f a i r ,Can make you l i v e you r s e l f i n eye s o f men . To g i ve away you r s e l f , k eep s you r s e l f s t i l l , And you must liv e, drawn by your own sweet skill. Who will believe my verse in time to come,I f i t we re f i l l ed w i th you r mos t h i gh de se r t s ?I f I cou ld wr i t e the b eau ty o f you r eye s ,And in f r e sh numb er s numb er a l l you r g r ace s ,The age to come wou ld s ay ‘Th i s poe t l i e s ;Such heaven ly touche s ne ’e r t ouched ea r th l y f a ce s .’So shou ld my pape r s , y e l l owed w i th the i r age ,Be s co rned , l i k e o ld men o f l e s s t r u th than tongue ,And you r t r ue r i gh t s b e t e rmed a poe t ’ s r ageAnd s t r e t ched me t r e o f an an t i que song : Bu t we re some ch i l d o f you r s a l i v e tha t t ime , You shou ld l i v e tw i ce , i n i t , and i n my rhyme .
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Caslon Two Black
Caslon CP
ACaslon Regular
“All that glisters is not gold.”
“All that glisters is not gold.”
“All that glisters is not gold.”
Caslon Book BE
Big Caslon
“All that glisters is not gold.”
“All that glisters is not gold.”
Caslon Two Black
Caslon CP
ACaslon Regular
“All that glisters is not gold.”
“All that glisters is not gold.”
“All that glisters is not gold.”
Caslon Book BE
Big Caslon
“All that glisters is not gold.”
“All that glisters is not gold.”
“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”Adobe Caslon Pro Semibold Italic
Adobe Caslon Pro Bold
“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”
“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”Adobe Caslon Pro Bold Italic
“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”Adobe Caslon Pro Regular
“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”
Adobe Caslon Pro Semibold
“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”Adobe Caslon Pro Semibold Italic
Adobe Caslon Pro Bold
“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”
“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”Adobe Caslon Pro Bold Italic
“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”Adobe Caslon Pro Regular
“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”
Adobe Caslon Pro Semibold
Adobe Caslon
Adobe Caslon is a very popular
revival designed by Carol Twombly
A B C D E F G H I J K L M NO P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0
It is based on Caslon’s own specimen pages printed between 1734 and 1770
1990
BIGCASLON
Big Caslon by Matthew Carter is
inspired by the three largest sizes of type
from the Caslon
foundry.These have a unique design with
dramatic stroke contrast, complementary to but unlike Caslon’s text faces; one may
mostly have been created by Joseph Moxon rather than Caslon.
1994
Let menot to the
marriage of truem i n d slove is not lovewhich alters w h e n
alteration findsor bends with theremover to remove
o ’ n o ! i t i san ever- f ixed
m a r kt h a tl o o k o nt e m p e s t sa n d i s n e v e rs h a k e ni t i s t h estar to everyw a n d e r i n gb a r kw h o s ew o r t h ’ su n k n o w n
h i s h e i g h tb e t a k e nL o v e ’ s n o t
T i m e ’ s f o o lthough rosy lipsa n d c h e e k s
within his bendingsickle’s compass comeL o v e a l t e r s n o t w i t h h i sb r i e f h o u r s o r w e e k s
but bears it out even to the edge of doomIf this be error and upon me provedI never writ , nor no man ever loved
a l t h o u g h
116t
ennos
THEMARRIAG
A l t h o u g h i n f o r m e r t i m e s t h i s s o n -n e t w a s a l m o s t u n i v e r s a l l y r e a d a s a p a e a n t o i d e a l a n d e t e r n a l l o v e , w i t h w h i c h a l l r e a d e r s c o u l d e a s i l y i d e n -t i f y , a d d i n g t h e i r o w n d r e a m o f p e r -f e c t i o n t o w h a t t h e y f o u n d w i t h i n i t ,
m o d e r n c r i t i c i s m m a k e s i t p o s s i b l e t o l o o k b e n e a t h t h e i d e a l i s m a n d t o s e e s o m e h i n t s o f a w o r l d w h i c h i s
p e r h a p s s l i g h t l y m o r e d i s t u r b e d t h a n t h e p o e t p r e t e n d s .
In the first place it is important to see that the sonnet belongs in this place, sandwiched between three which discuss the philosophical question of how love deceives both eye and mind and judgement, and is then followed by four others which attempt to excuse the poet’s own
unfaithfulness and betrayal of the beloved. Set in such a context it does of course make it appear even more like a battered sea-mark which nevetheless rises above the
waves of destruction, for it confronts all the vicissitudes that have aff l icted the course of the love described in these sonnets, and declares that, in the final analysis,
they are of no account.
SONNET 116WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
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In addition, despite the idealism, there is an undercurrent of subversion which perme-ates all. It is ironic that a poem as famous
as this should be seized on by the establish-ment as a declaration of their view of what
love should be. Does the establishment view take account of the fact that this is a love
poem written by a man to another man, and that the one impediment to their marriage is precisely that, for no church of the time, or scarcely even today, permits a man to
marry a man?
SONNET 116WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
E ofTRUEMINDS
In addition, despite the idealism, there is an undercurrent of subversion which perme-ates all. It is ironic that a poem as famous
as this should be seized on by the establish-ment as a declaration of their view of what
love should be. Does the establishment view take account of the fact that this is a love
poem written by a man to another man, and that the one impediment to their marriage is precisely that, for no church of the time, or scarcely even today, permits a man to
marry a man?
It is useless to object that Shakespeare is here talking of the marriage of true minds, for the language inevitably draws us
to the Christain marriage service and its accompanying cere-monies, and that is a ceremony designed specif ically to marry
two people, not two abstract Platonic ideals which have decid-ed to be wed. It is almost as if the exclamation ‘Oh No!’ in the second quatrain is a recognition of this one great impediment that overhangs all others ‘and all alone stands hugely politic’.
(SB notes that the exclamation presents, among other things, ‘a logically incidental example of a suitable prefatory exclamation
introducing an impediment volunteered by a parishioner re-sponding to the injunction in the marriage service’).
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“Stars, hide your fires ; Let not light see your black & deep
desires.”
- MACBETH (ACT 1 SCENE 4)
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might never dieBut as the riper should
b y t i m e d e c e a s eHis tender heir might bearhis memory but thou contracted
t h i n e o w n b r i g h t e y e sw i t h s e l f - s u b s t a n t i a l f u e lM a k i n g a f a m i n e w h e r e
T h y s e l f t h y f o e to thy sweet self toocruel ; Thou that art now theworld’s fresh
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to the gaudy springWithin thine own bud
b u r i e s t t h y c o n t e n tA n d , t e n d e r c h u r l
mak ’ s t was te in n iggard ingPity the world, or else this glutton be
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.Th o u t h a t now the wor ld ’ s f r e sh
ornament ; And only herald to the gaudy springWithin thine own bud
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SONNET 1
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arms
“Look like the innocent flower, but be
the serpent under ‘t.”
-MACBETH (ACT 1, SCENE 5)
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"The typographical epitome of the English baroque."
— Robert Bringhurst
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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? ;Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May ; And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed,And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature’s changing
course untrimmed:But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? ;Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May ; And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed,And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature’s changing
course untrimmed:But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
SONNET 18
Shall i compare thee to a summer’s day?
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