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Sonnet 18 – Shakespeare’s The Lost Poem

Shakespeare

Sonnet 18

One of Shakespeare’s lost pieces of work, written after being offered the Ye Lookout Turret and Arouse Thyself! magazines on a street corner. 

Shall I compare thee to another sect?
Thou art more culty and more desperate.
Old light is not the truth we would expect,
Your teachings are both false and out of date.
The apostates that you fear daily grow,
And beat a path so others will it find,
To this those woken up will always go,
To meet with those of matching heart and mind.
The sounds you hear which spoils your night’s repose,
The walking wounded’s footsteps that you hear,
Should be a warning as it clearly shows,
You cannot always rule by force of fear.
If honesty and truth you did expound.
The exodus would raze you to the ground. 

Also by Shakespeare

The Merry Wives (in subjection) of Windsor
Romeo and Juliet’s judicial
A Comedy of Erroneous Predictions

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