Fresh new week

I’ll do double blogs for another week  J  before slowing down for the semester.  Here’s this morning’s sonnet:

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CXXV

  Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,

  With my extern the outward honouring,

  Or laid great bases for eternity,

  Which proves more short than waste or ruining?

  Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour

  Lose all and more by paying too much rent

  For compound sweet; forgoing simple savour,

  Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?

  No; let me be obsequious in thy heart,

  And take thou my oblation, poor but free,

  Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art,

  But mutual render, only me for thee.

    Hence, thou suborned informer! a true soul

    When most impeach'd, stands least in thy control.

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The turn with the no at the Petrarchan position is pretty prominent, and the two turns with but in lines 10 and 12 are pretty much the point of the poem, but the point is stated even better in the final line with its superlatives.  Another one in the afternoon.