Change of pace :)

I think I’ll again go to two sonnets a day for the break  J  Here’s the second one for today:

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CIII

  Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,

  That having such a scope to show her pride,

  The argument, all bare, is of more worth

  Than when it hath my added praise beside!

  O! blame me not, if I no more can write!

  Look in your glass, and there appears a face

  That over-goes my blunt invention quite,

  Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace.

  Were it not sinful then, striving to mend,

  To mar the subject that before was well?

  For to no other pass my verses tend

  Than of your graces and your gifts to tell;

    And more, much more, than in my verse can sit,

    Your own glass shows you when you look in it.

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I’m thinking the more worth at the end of line 3 is the main turn in this one.  The other turns—such as the over-goes in line 7—pretty much just repeat the first one.  Maybe the for at the beginning of line 11 is another turn, but it’s spelling out what’s already been assumed in the previous lines.  More tomorrow—