11,112,006,825,558,016 Sonnets(after Queneau)For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowest With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd. For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire. If all were minded so, the times should cease By children's eyes her husband's shape in mind. But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine Within thine own bud buriest thy content Proving his beauty by succession thine! O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son.
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