11,112,006,825,558,016 Sonnets(after Queneau)Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;That thou consumest thyself in single life? Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lovest is most evident; Herein lives wisdom, beauty and increase: Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, yet mortal looks adore his beauty still, Or ten times happier, be it ten for one; Mark how one string, sweet husband to another, Strikes each in each by mutual ordering, Resembling sire and child and happy mother Nor it nor no remembrance what it was: Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one, Sings this to thee: 'thou single wilt prove none.'
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