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, But not to tell of good or evil luck, And being frank she lends to those are free. The world will be thy widow and still weep That thou no form of thee hast left behind, That's for thyself to breed another thee, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. For having traffic with thyself alone, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time. Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
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