PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY-SONNET 21

Sacred Homiletics.Those homiletics that with genteel work of art,did by time sculpture,The abiding forest where every adherent doth adheres,Will play moult to this burning gales of achilles heels browbeatened censure,And that unfair roses,in the unfairest wedge of rudderless shore,which unfairly doth primrose bank dismays culprits greedily,For never a wasting venom,so impugned leads to its gangrene,To vicious dusk and confines infections there,Sag checker'd with undrawn pedagogue