SONNET 111
My herald for this mine betterment bemuséd,
Like angels' trumpets in the trade winds fewer read
The loveliness of these true meanings--encourage,
My faithful usher's time is, life's fluvial vestige
We descant and rejoice and imagine are dabs
In water nill thy ripples welled turned captured flabs.
These grapes the fall jars feverish and hence forlorn
As rain on them rain thy flawless countenance wore.
And, though petered lost, is felt and felt at last, thy
Permutations by my own head revel, break, fly,
Arouse all that had been bodily error held,
Thy vengeance aim evanescence, one's looser stealth;
If pleasure ranged relaxes, action's not to blame.
Harm next, fiend, a frustrated love finds the 'like named.
