Sonnet No1
- my first and only attempt at a Shakespeare sonnet
When I hear sonnets flowing from
their lips
Oftimes I praise them though I see their flaws
For no more reason than politeness strips
The truth for those who might give me applause
Thus, falsely praising, do I get my way
Praise in return comes flooding to my wealth
The self-same words that once they heard me say
Lave me in warmth and greatly suit my health
But have I rendered right my stratagem?
Yes, praise is always soothing to the breast.
The close-drawn circle formed ’twixt me and them
Can only by such means remain impress’d.
Therefore our tempers are assuaged, replete
While poetry is tempered by deceit.