Sonnet 61, I Feel It Worth The Gold

I feel it worth the gold, in what you see, For believes are all, if eagerly you try; Truth is made from: to be or not to be, And with them too, your poetry shall fly. Thus vainly are all other's subtleties, Not the worth of speaking with our tongue; If untutored dictation - it disagrees For what's false, is never lyrically sung. Remember this, as insights are made to trust, And rules are all to bend and shape at will; The fairies there are surly then not thrust, If you yourself to those rules up fulfill. All in words said be poems - if it's you, Wherefore you tried your best to get them through.