If better dead wilt self rehearse not for
Thy your death well gift brand nor clay over-partial
Closure 'tis respect the my for read savage
What the make sweet so and how so but urge
With that hope shame is but forbidden forget
Thy that be despised see return should all
Raiment thee teeming and so painting o
Eas'd thy his heaven which rich your other
I art time ow'st some love's my and hand
Mad survey in I the love I and did
Are lost mine my but that teachest and for
Thee that when in shall whose when stand strangely
But the as longer what to lilies I
Blame bases I night flower ten and disgraced.
For the Cut-Up Poems Contest
A cut-up blank sonnet from the text of Shakespeare's sonnets, no edits.