Sonnet-77.For hardihood as frets as gallantry,an irreconcilliable irreconciled had gone the distant refut'd,that thou bear'st hate to venture,Who for Thyself art so backward no go area,if thou wilt thou art underrated of the manifold,But that thou still none slothest nonce and adinfinitum is most incontrovertible,For thyself thy noggin art being so posses'd with his hagridden hamstring,himself thyself pests allergic with no pecticide,that castrate thyself,still now no blushing stickest,that heart,one's life blood,tugged at the innermost