Sonnet 147 ft. Elliot Ditton

<p>I&#39;m joined this week by the brilliant Actor, Writer &amp; Drag Artist Elliot Ditton AKA Fruit &#39;n Fibre. We had a lot of fun diving into this bleak sonnet - stick around for Elliot&#39;s incredible re-write at the end! </p><p><br></p><p><em>Sonnet 147</em></p><p><em>My love is as a fever, longing still</em><br><em>For that which longer nurseth the disease,</em><br><em>Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,</em><br><em>Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please.</em><br><em>My reason, the physician to my love,</em><br><em>Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,</em><br><em>Hath left me, and I desperate now approve</em><br><em>Desire is death, which physic did except.</em><br><em>Past cure I am, now reason is past care,</em><br><em>And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;</em><br><em>My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,</em><br><em>At random from the truth vainly expressed:</em><br><em>    For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,</em><br><em>    Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.</em></p>