11,112,006,825,558,016 Sonnets(after Queneau)Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?And yet methinks I have astronomy, But as the riper should by time decease, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality; If the true concord of well-tuned sounds, Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or say with princes if it shall go well, When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear. Then, were not summer's distillation left, Which husbandry in honour might uphold Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,' Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish: Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
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