11,112,006,825,558,016 Sonnets(after Queneau)As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Or else receivest with pleasure thine annoy?
That use is not forbidden usury,
Without this, folly, age and cold decay:
Or say with princes if it shall go well,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
Look, what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
Leaving thee living in posterity?
O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.