Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
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SONNETS.
¶Painting my age with beauty of thy daies,
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¶With times iniurious hand chrusht and ore-worne,
¶When houres haue dreind his blood and fild his brow
¶With lines and wrincles,_when his youthfull morne
935Hath trauaild on to Ages steepie night,
¶And all those beauties whereof now he's King
¶Stealing away the treasure of his Spring.
¶For such a time do I now fortifie
940Against confounding Ages cruell knife,
¶That he shall neuer cut from memory
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¶The rich proud cost of outworne buried age,
950When I haue seene the hungry Ocean gaine
¶Aduantage on the Kingdome of the shoare,
¶And the firme soile win of the watry maine,
¶Ruine hath taught me thus to ruminate
¶That Time will come and take my loue away.
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