Classward bound on candy night

It’s Halloween, and it’s the first day of my evening class.  6–10 p.m. Thursdays for the rest of the semester. 

But before that, here’s sonnet 48:

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XLVIII

  How careful was I when I took my way,

  Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,

  That to my use it might unused stay

  From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!

  But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,

  Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,

  Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,

  Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.

  Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,

  Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,

  Within the gentle closure of my breast,

  From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;

    And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,

    For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.

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Okay, the save at the beginning of line 10 is a minor volta, and the even in line 13 is the main volta.  More tomorrow—