I figured I'd post a couple extra publicly available sonnets this week for Thanksgiving, and this one is Sonnet 1 which I've been wanting to do something distinctive with. So I read it six times, three times in historical accents and then — because I felt like screwing around — three more times after that. Yes, I'm kind of mocking John Gielgud in that fifth one.

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From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

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