The hard part of life

This is going to be a bad week  :(  Seven things due in the next four days:  Two tomorrow, three on Thursday, two more on Friday.  But for now, sonnet 80:

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LXXX

  O! how I faint when I of you do write,

  Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,

  And in the praise thereof spends all his might,

  To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame!

  But since your worth--wide as the ocean is,--

  The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,

  My saucy bark, inferior far to his,

  On your broad main doth wilfully appear.

  Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,

  Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;

  Or, being wrack'd, I am a worthless boat,

  He of tall building, and of goodly pride:

    Then if he thrive and I be cast away,

    The worst was this,--my love was my decay.

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List of turns big and small that I am seeing here: the comma at the end of line 1, the comma at the end of line 3, the but at the ebginning fo line 5, the doth in line 8, the comma at the end of line 9, the or at the beginning of line 11, the comma at the end of the same line … the comma in the last line would be the main volta.  The as in line 6 has a delightful plurity of meaning  :)  Another sonnet tomorrow—