After the tornado :)

Okay, so the tornado took out some power lines, and we had no electricity for almost a whole day.  Variety on a Monday  J  But now the power’s back, and here’s sonnet 66:

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LXVI

  Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,

  As to behold desert a beggar born,

  And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,

  And purest faith unhappily forsworn,

  And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,

  And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,

  And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,

  And strength by limping sway disabled

  And art made tongue-tied by authority,

  And folly--doctor-like--controlling skill,

  And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,

  And captive good attending captain ill:

    Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone,

    Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

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So the volta’s the save that at the beginning of the last line.  Starting every one of lines 2–10 with and definitely has a strong visual effect  J  but it’s ridiculously difficult to back up something like that so beautifully (with vivid and varied imagery) as Shakespeare does it.  More tomorrow—