To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when - TopicsExpress



          

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned in process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned 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 perceived, So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived. For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred: Ere you were born was beautys summer dead#Poetry @ ts best
Posted on: Sat, 09 Nov 2013 19:01:44 +0000

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