PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS' DIARY.SONNET- 109

Then with her consort of the winter street and its constriction,to lay the milestone and rhapsodizes the sacredmaze and golden nuggets of time,a coagulant,wherein its mutation seeks and ploughs;o how the sanctity of time,is mated with sacrilegious clutches and clutter of sweet vision,cocked to clutch at the misery of time and hence knock its cock-a-hoop into a cocked hat,at the brevity of motherwit,time cannot save thee if it be not forpounces of stratagem and if be notfor plaindealings in this plaintive plane,nothing succeeds likesuccess and something fails like failure and both on the burrowing fields of time,are timely orphans that only sweet vision beyond its gavel could sequestrate,her plainsailing cannot ignore and with this compliment compulses her oracles to the concave concatenate of sweet vision,Over this composite altar,hath it hung its lance intoto,all the pantheon of sweet vision,And not for this sake hath it been learned,to sport with parrots,brandishing parrotry to jest this churlish ensign.