Sonnet 124

My love for you is not a creature of chance or fortune but something built far from accident, standing immobile against time's fashion and change.

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1 If my dear love were but the child of state,

If my dear love were but the child of state,

2 It might for Fortune’s bastard be unfathered,

It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd,

3 As subject to time’s love or to time’s hate,

As subject to time's love or to time's hate;

4 Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gathered.

Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd.

5 No it was builded far from accident,

No, it was builded far from accident,

6 It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls

It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls

7 Under the blow of thralled discontent,

Under the blow of thralled discontent,

8 Whereto th’ inviting time our fashion calls:

Whereto the inviting time our fashion calls:

Volta The volta shifts from defending love's construction against accident to claiming it stands 'hugely politic,' strategically independent of time's fashion.

9 It fears not policy that heretic,

But all alone stands hugely politic,

10 Which works on leases of short-numbered hours,

That it nor grows with heat nor drowns with showers.

11 But all alone stands hugely politic,

To this I witness call the fools of time,

12 That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.

Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.

13 To this I witness call the fools of time,

No, let me be obsequious in thy heart,

14 Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.

And take thou my oblation, poor but free,

Love as Architecture: Builded Far from Accident

The speaker contrasts his love with 'the child of state'—a bastard of fortune that could be unfathered. His love is instead 'builded far from accident,' suggesting an architectural permanence. It 'suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls / Under the blow of thralled discontent.' Love is immune to the fashion cycles that Time orchestrates. The metaphor shifts from accident to architecture: love is a built thing, stable and founded.

Politic Without Policy

Crucially, the love 'stands hugely politic' while avoiding the 'policy' that earlier sonnets associated with corruption and calculation. It is politically astute (politic) without being politically manipulative (policy). It 'nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers'—it's invulnerable to emotional fluctuation and circumstance. The couplet calls as 'witness' the 'fools of time, / Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime'—those whose values shift with fortune are the real fools.

If this happened today

Your relationship didn't happen because of timing or luck. It's not a creature of Instagram algorithms and matched interests. It's something architecturally different—it would survive any circumstance, any economy, any trend.

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