11,112,006,825,558,016 Sonnets(after Queneau)Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
But as the riper should by time decease,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire.
When every private widow well may keep
And threescore year would make the world away.
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
Sings this to thee: 'thou single wilt prove none.'