New sonnets from Shakespeare.
One every five minutes.
One every five minutes.
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
One of her feather'd creatures broke away,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
The fairest votary took up that fire
When I break twenty? I am perjur'd most;
My saucy bark, inferior far to his,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
To be so tickled, they would change their state
Haply I think on thee,-- and then my state,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate--
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
'Tis thee,--myself,--that for myself I praise,
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
