Old poets, torturing their thoughts to rhyme, br their lovely English verse to end-words tied, br oft found just cause to moan of 'envious Time', br and seek immortal fame in 'Time defied'; br br for rhymesters, it is ever June, when moon br shines on their corn; for moralists, base love br may find in Plato reason to attune br and lift their Muse to world on world above - br br and then, there's Shakespeare: from whose boundless art br flows liquid gold; whose words bring heaven to earth, br to sing love's beauty; melt the frozen heart, br make men to cry with joy; gods, weep with mirth: br br a sonnet's span can bring one to oneself; br in fourteen lines, bequeath us heaven's wealth.