Short weekend

Finally, Friday  J  So what if it isn’t a real weekend, but a directed study weekend?  At least I don’t have a class until 1:30 p.m. tomorrow!  Here’s sonnet 70:

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LXX

  That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,

  For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;

  The ornament of beauty is suspect,

  A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.

  So thou be good, slander doth but approve

  Thy worth the greater being woo'd of time;

  For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,

  And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.

  Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days

  Either not assail'd, or victor being charg'd;

  Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,

  To tie up envy, evermore enlarg'd,

    If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show,

    Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.

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As a hangover from yesterday, I’m seeing more voltas than I normally do:  I think the for at the beginning of line 2 and the for at the beginning of line 7 are turns.  But the main volta—in the sense of Jim—would be the yet at the beginning of line 11.  More tomorrow (after my Saturday afternoon directed study).