More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 3: The Poet
(To the Reader 2)

In swearing oaths to love, a love too young
To know the stalking perils of his ways,
Perchance the fault is mine to give a tongue
To hope, when mine advice he scorns and slays;
In vain did I attempt to sway his sense
With every rhyme and wit at my command,
And logic hid in lines of strong defense-
Alas! condemned to lose a fruitless stand.
Let all who read these rhymes rethink the lies
And accusations all the gossips spin,
Who lie before the world's enchanted eyes,
Perceiving wrongs where virtues doth begin.
       Since worldly ears do scorn to hear this plea,
       Then I do beg the gods to make them see.

(To be continued...)

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