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William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare: Poems. 1914.
“When forty winters shall besiege thy brow”
Sonnet II
WHEN forty winters shall besiege thy brow |
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And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field, |
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Thy youth’s proud livery, so gaz’d on now, |
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Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held: |
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Then being ask’d, where all thy beauty lies, |
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Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, |
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To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, |
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Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. |
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How much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use, |
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If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine |
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Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,’ |
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Proving his beauty by succession thine! |
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This were to be new made when thou art old, |
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And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold. |
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