Dying on Monday :(

Should really stop planning to write term papers on last nights  -_-  Here’s today’s sonnet before I fall down and die:

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LXXXVII

  Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,

  And like enough thou know'st thy estimate,

  The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;

  My bonds in thee are all determinate.

  For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?

  And for that riches where is my deserving?

  The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,

  And so my patent back again is swerving.

  Thy self thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,

  Or me to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking;

  So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,

  Comes home again, on better judgement making.

    Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,

    In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.

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Volta: the but in the last line.  All rhymes in this one—except the estimate/determinate—are feminine, which makes the whole poem sound very different  J  and even more weird: all of those (rhyming) present participles!  More tomorrow.