SONNET 95

Sonnet-95-And every earmark,subcutanious or exterior both fair and unfair roses distinguish'd,By providence or by teleology causal forces unalter'd,and every fair climb from a stratagem,sometimes declines them,And by its precis,all seasons'trudge shall be earnestly lung'd,Nor obsession of that glorious herald alienat'd,when in that verses read to time that barely slackest,but growest even in that growing pains,So long as history 's stout contentment on its lectern conscientious legible,Every man's earmark or sail is by history judg'd and because we are made by history and we are judged too by history.So,history speaks.

How fervent can we be of a golden shuttle in this checker'd antecedence,than the whole shebang of patchy modus viviendi?For all that grandeur of annals that doth covet thee,history is seemly a posthumous rainment of the beleaguered bird of passage,and by it,all sapiens are revered and reviled,Which in thy annals doth repertoire chronicles as thine fibre in thee greedily reckons with the fury and relics of time,Therefore be wary of thyself,greedily wary of thy forlorn time after thee,And play thee fiddle above thy discount'd earthshattering propensity.