Sonnet 10
Come hither, and distance not thy stranger
Behold death upon his white horse leaping
Sir or mam will thou save me from danger
See thy which, a blind man or child weeping
Eating weeds and dirt for comfort resting
Drinking rain and bathing in its showers
Am I not a neutered gory nestling
In a flock of fairy friendly flowers
Grow thy heart and blessed be thy future
Deny not blessings angels do not offer
Or should thy accept a life of torture
Who knows what serpents I have to proffer
Help the angel who fell out of heaven?
Or the blind man who murdered eleven
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