Arrived alive

Got on the highway at 8 a.m. and drove for the next 10 hours (to Ann Arbor and back).  Und das bei diesem Wetter!  Das war mein Sport für heute …  Here’s today’s sonnet:

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CXXIV

  If my dear love were but the child of state,

  It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd,

  As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate,

  Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd.

  No, it was builded far from accident;

  It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls

  Under the blow of thralled discontent,

  Whereto th' inviting time our fashion calls:

  It fears not policy, that heretic,

  Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,

  But all alone stands hugely politic,

  That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.

    To this I witness call the fools of time,

    Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.

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The negatives in the second quatrain (the no at its beginning, the not and the nor in the following line) already have the nature of turns.  The negatives in the third quatrain, on the other hand, are setting up riddles/paradoxes  J  with the but at the beginning of line 11 being a turn between the two parts of the first riddle (the first riddle being lines 9–11).  The which/who in the final line would be the main volta.  More tomorrow—