11,112,006,825,558,016 Sonnets(after Queneau)As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growestAnd see the brave day sunk in hideous night; Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And your sweet semblance to some other give. For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, Making a famine where abundance lies, In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind! Strikes each in each by mutual ordering, Look, whom she best endow'd she gave the more; And kept unused, the user so destroys it. Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
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