Sonnets
SONNET XXV
“Hoot Zah!!!”
Come, come Manetto, look upon this scarecrow
And set your mind upon its deformations,
Compute th’ extent of its sad aberrations,
Say what it looks like where she scarcely dare go!
Nay, were she in a cloak most well concealèd
And snugly hooded and most tightly veiled,
If, by her, daylight should once be assailed
Though by some noble woman partly healèd,
Still you could not be so sin-laden or quite
So bound by anguish or by love’s abstractions
Nor so enwrapped in naked melancholy
But you were brought to deathly danger, solely
By laughter, till your sturdy sides grew fractions,
’Struth you were dead, or sought your life in flight.
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