Sonnet I

You can make plans, but plans must not work out;to commit something does not make it so. To express what you must is not to shout, but to, though use of secrets, make him know. And if you fail, and when you fail, you fail. And if you try not, and do not, likewise you fail, but, with no success, cannot bail. You cannot give up, and that is your vice. And so you transmit to him your failure or try at least, so you may make him feel if not some measure of love, then anger or hate, sorrow or lust, of something real.

But know who you are, how little you are for, even when close, you are yet afar.

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