Hush O Fool

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Hush O Fool

Sonnet

How many quarrels doth thou bring O Time?
Grumbling every hour of every day and night!
What dismal pleasure doth thou get
Marring my moments without reason or rhyme?

Why doth thou resurrect old dead woes,
Raising from grey sleep all the dead
Past that rests forever sans a regret
Only to satiate thine vain pious impulse?

And what hallucinating frenzy thee compels
By imagination’s fever to new woes invent
And assiduously in advance to repent
For terrible ills that never might arise?!

Hush then O fool, keep to thy rhythms in silence.
Learn of Him the rule, who me denies any acquaintance!