BY :

DEDE FADLILLAH

FUZIANTI HOERUNNISA

IQBAL AWALUDIN RAKHMAN

RENI EKA SARI

PEBRIYANTI

SETIAWAN

1485-1509 : Reign of Henry VII

1509-1547 : Reign of Henry VIII

1534 : Act of Supremacy

1536-1539 : Monasteries closed

1539 : First Bible in English

1547-1553 : Reign of Edward VI

1553-1558 : Reign of Mary I

1558-1603 : Reign of Elizabeth I

1577-1580 : Sir Fancis Drake

1584 : The Book of Common Prayer

1588 : The Spanish Armada destroyed

1601 : The Poor Law

Thomas More “Utopia” (1478-1535)

Italian influence

From Petrarchan sonnet to Elizabethan sonnet

Born in Stratford in 1564 (April 23rd)

Become an actor, well-known as a dramatist

In 1595 he joined The Lord Chamberlain’s Men

Wrote 37 plays in a period of twenty years

Period I: Plays of Experimentation

Period II: Artistic Maturity

Period III: The Great Tragedy

Period IV: Last Plays

154 sonnets

Died on April, 23rd 1616

Sir Phillip Sydney: “ Astrophel and Stella”

Edmund Spenser: the Amoretti

Thomas Sackville: the Mirror of Magistrates

George Chapman: Iliad

Michael Drayton: Polyolbon

Ben Johnson: Hymn to Diana

Thomas Kyd: The Spanish TragedyBen Jonson: VolponeJohn Lyly: Alexander and Campaspe

Christopher Marlowe “ The Last Moment of Dr. Faustus

Thomas North’s translation of Plutarch’s Lives

Chapman’s translation of Homer

Paterick’s Machiavelli

The Authorized Version of the Bible

Fancis Bacon’s Essays

My love is as a fever longing still,

For that which longer nurseth the disease;

Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,

The uncertain sickly appetite to please.

My reason, the physician to my love,

Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,

Hath left me, and I desperate now approve

Desire is death, which physic did except.

Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,

And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;

My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,

At random from the truth vainly expressed;

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,

Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

MY loue is as a feauer longing ſtill, For that which longer nurſeth the diſeaſe, Feeding on that which doth preſerue the ill, Th'vncertaine ſicklie appetite to pleaſe: My reaſon the Phiſition to my loue, Angry that his preſcriptions are not kept Hath left me,and I deſperate now approoue, Deſire is death,which Phiſick did except . Paſt cure I am,now Reaſon is paſt care, And frantick madde with euer-more vnreſt, My thoughts and my diſcourſe as mad mens are, At randon from the truth vainely expreſt. For I haue ſworne thee faire,and thought thee bright,

Who art as black as hell,as darke as night.