When I consider how my life is spent I have to take deep breaths, and swallow pride. The kind of work I do I try to hide From friends - I let them see me as a gent. On getting a new job I am intent. Enthusiasm in my breast has died, But when the vacancy I here espied The opportunity seemed heaven-sent. In middle age, will they employ me still? Will I still be prepared to bend the knee To men who can't remember what they ate? Or do the decent thing when comes the bill? (Bestow on me some small gratuity - They also serve who only stand and wait!)
On his blindness, the final line of which I did not need to alter. He managed to get this style of sonnet named after him.(1608-74) wrote more famous poetry than you can shake a stick at, including the famous sonnet
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