Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Day 16

Sonnet sixteen … aaaaand back to CN 303 (Principles of Persuasion):
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XVI

  But wherefore do not you a mightier way
  Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
  And fortify your self in your decay
  With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
  Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
  And many maiden gardens, yet unset,
  With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,
  Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
  So should the lines of life that life repair,
  Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
  Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
  Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
    To give away yourself, keeps yourself still,
    And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
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The volta is … the so at the beginning of line 9?  The whole of line 13? The and at the beginning of line 14?  I wish I could get better at this a little faster … 

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