Shall I compare thee to news counterfeit?
Thou art more crazy and more fraudulent.
With each rise of the sun, and with each set,
Dishonesty doth grow concomitant.
I must admit I’ve quite amazéd been
At coverage of both me and my success:
Their faulty eyes but lies have gazed and seen;
Their faulty minds with madness in excess.
And from this now a brace of spirits rise:
An anger overflowing in the blood ,
Or worse, disunity, where poison lies
More thick than that which in thy veins doth flood.
     Thus I urge thee to take time off until
     A fortnight free from work thee resteth. Chill!