William Shakespeare - Sonnets xv

William Shakespeare - Sonnets xv

TO me, fair friend, you never can be old; br For as you were when first your eye I eyed, br Such seems your beauty still. Three Winters cold br Have from the forests shook three Summers' pride; br Three beauteous springs to yellow Autumn turn'd br In process of the seasons have I seen, br Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, br Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. br Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, br Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived; br So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, br Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived: br    For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred: br    Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.


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