11,112,006,825,558,016 Sonnets(after Queneau)Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?That thereby beauty's rose might never die, Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend, Serving with looks his sacred majesty; Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse By unions married, do offend thine ear, yet mortal looks adore his beauty still, So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live? For having traffic with thyself alone, If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake What acceptable audit canst thou leave? Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee, Which, used, lives th' executor to be.
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