Sonnet XVIII - Shakespeare

My flocks feed not,
My ewes breed not,
My rams speed not,
All is amiss:
Love's denying,
Faith's defying,
Heart's renying,
Causer of this.
All my merry jigs are quite forgot,
All my lady's love is lost, God wot:
Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love,
There a nay is placed without remove.
One silly cross
Wrought all my loss;
O frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame!
For now I see
Inconstancy
More in women than in men remain.
In black mourn I,
All fears scorn I,
Love hath forlorn me,
Living in thrall:
Heart is bleeding,
All help needing,
O cruel speeding,
Fraughted with gall.
My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal;
My wether's bell rings doleful knell;
My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd
Plays not at all, but seems afraid;
My sighs so deep
Procure to weep,
In howling wise, to see my doleful plight.
How sighs resound
Through heartless ground,
Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight!
Clear wells spring not,
Sweet birds sing not,
Green plants bring not
Forth their dye;
Herds stand weeping,
Flocks all sleeping,
Nymphs back peeping
Fearfully:
All our pleasure known to us poor swains,
All our merry meetings on the plains,
All our evening sport from us is fled,
All our love is lost, for Love is dead
Farewell, sweet lass,
Thy like ne'er was
For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan:
Poor Corydon
Must live alone;
Other help for him I see that there is none.

You know...

You know you're doing too much documentation when you start using words like "facilitated" in context in normal emails.

Ahhhhhh

Forgive me sugar for I have sinned.

Yea, I did go on an evil diet and try to cut down my intake levels of you, but now even as I feel the warm fuzziness bubbling through my nerves and my mind singing like a choir of angels on crack I know that without sugar existance is meaningless.

Praise the fruit pastels for they are the holyest of sweets, strong are they in the way of the sugar and unsurpassed is their sugar rush after eating two packets.

Hail the pixie sticks for their simple addictive qualities.

Forget not the chocolate for its warm happy buzz that tempers my spirit and keeps me grinning inanely.

Yea. Even now as I was a sinner I am now redemed and am once again one with the sugar.