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Shakespeare's Sonnets

Sonnet 104

104

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,

For as you were when first your eye I ey’d,

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d

In process of the seasons have I seen,

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,

Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv’d,

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv’d;

For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:

Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.

 

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