11,112,006,825,558,016 Sonnets

(after Queneau)

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
Who for thyself art so unprovident.
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
If all were minded so, the times should cease
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
Look, what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
Look, whom she best endow'd she gave the more;
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.

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