Were't aught to me I bore the canopy...
Sonnet 125Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which prove more short than waste or ruining? Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent, For compound sweet forgoing simple savour, Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent? No, let me be obsequious in thy heart, And take thou my oblation, poor but free, Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art, But mutual render, only me for thee. Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul When most impeach'd stands least in thy control. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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Is it
any great shakes to me if I get a front-row seat and play the groupie? Or to
build up a showcase Homes and Gardens piece, which lasts no longer than the next
economic bubble? Those silly fashion-mongers expending their energy on
fripperies, forgetting the basic pleasures of life.
No, that’s not me. I’ll be devoted to you, and you can take my unadorned offering, which is a simple and free exchange: me for you.
Off with you, you spy! The more you accuse the innocent, the less they're under your control.
No, that’s not me. I’ll be devoted to you, and you can take my unadorned offering, which is a simple and free exchange: me for you.
Off with you, you spy! The more you accuse the innocent, the less they're under your control.