1.
Ac—get
Acquire,
acknowledgements, accept
2.
Hypothesis
A hypothesis (plural
hypotheses) is a proposed explanation for a phenomenon. For a hypothesis to be
a scientific hypothesis, the scientific method requires that one can test it.
Scientists generally base scientific hypotheses on previous observations that
cannot satisfactorily be explained with the available scientific theories. Even
though the words "hypothesis" and "theory" are often used
synonymously, a scientific hypothesis is not the same as a scientific theory. A
scientific hypothesis is a proposed explanation of a phenomenon which still has
to be rigorously tested. In contrast, a scientific theory has undergone
extensive testing and is generally accepted to be the accurate explanation
behind an observation. A working hypothesis is a provisionally accepted
hypothesis proposed for further research.
Iambic pentameter is a
commonly used metrical line in traditional verse and verse drama. The term
describes the particular rhythm that the words establish in that line. That
rhythm is measured in small groups of syllables; these small groups of
syllables are called "feet". The word "iambic" describes
the type of foot that is used (in English, an unstressed syllable followed by a
stressed syllable). The word "pentameter" indicates that a line has
five of these "feet."
4.
Pent—five
Pentagon
Sonnet 18, often
alternately titled Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?, is one of the
best-known of 154 sonnets written by the English playwright and poet William
Shakespeare. Part of the Fair Youth sequence (which comprises sonnets 1–126 in
the accepted numbering stemming from the first edition in 1609), it is the
first of the cycle after the opening sequence now described as the Procreation
sonnets. Most scholars now agree that the original subject of the poem, the
beloved to whom the poet is writing, is a male, though the poem is commonly
used to describe a woman.
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 dimm'd;
And
every fair from fair sometime declines,
By
chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
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.
–William Shakespeare
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