My honey-hipped Adonis, seize your youth! Do not delay: produce another child; The four you have will be no good excuse If tragedy befalls them in the wild. With each newborn your chances will increase To guarantee your immortality; You must act now: before you are deceas'd, And you are set in your totality. Though, should you wish to keep yourself exiled And to uphold this flinty lovers' truce, Then tend these other beds, and give each child The chance to flower well from nourish'd roots. Don't waste the clay, the seeds that you have bless'd, Or you shall cry, and beat upon your breast.
Prontobard (2023) (A sonnet written in the style of William Shakespeare)