SONNET 62

Sonnet.62-O that you being yourself will love yourself,beyond compare,much more thyself than you freakish be,And thy accerbic abrasion to manifold triffles theft thy nuggets,that thou shouldst not briski'r be,Be not ridiculed since prepar'dness via opportunity is the soul of success,whereon hardihood greases its transit,And thine own with insolence at the price of more indolence thyself contemptuous goof'd,when thy transmogrifi'd instinct thyself lay dead in the dungeon of adophobia,Who lets so brass a fussy feet and bare so vile a teeth of death and dearth of baldpate cogitate,rottening away in moments of attrition,Which conference of prostrastination in derelict to spurn,In neuter of starry morn's overwhelm of stormy gusts. And dogfight miscariages of puqurt's unthrifty winces?O not frugal but still not leveraging,dearest kismet and thou knowest,When you had diagnosis fort a wasting ailment,let misshap now be defrayed.