The Sonnets CIV - To me, fair friend, you never can be old
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold, Have from the forests shook three summers pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turnd, In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burnd, 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 perceivd; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceivd: For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred: Ere you were born was beautys summer dead.
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