Still alive

Survived the drive.  Today’s sonnet:

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CLII

  In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,

  But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing;

  In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn,

  In vowing new hate after new love bearing:

  But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee,

  When I break twenty? I am perjur'd most;

  For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,

  And all my honest faith in thee is lost:

  For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,

  Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy;

  And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,

  Or made them swear against the thing they see;

    For I have sworn thee fair; more perjur'd I,

    To swear against the truth so foul a lie!

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Once again, he’s able to repeat words as often as he wants, and it ends up being wordplay instead of being tortured and/or awkward.  The for in the Petrarchan position and the for in the Shakespearean position are both voltas, but the second one might be the main volta.  In this sonnet, a dark mood for the Dark Lady  J  More tomorrow.