So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Steal forward, with no motion to be observed.
Steal from his figure and no pace perceived Since first I saw you in all your youthful glory, and you are still young.Īh! but beauty still moves forward, like the hands of a clock, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. The perfumed scents of three Aprils burned up in three hot Junes, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Three wonderful springs have I seen turn to autumn Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd Have shaken the splendour of three summers from the foliage, Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, To me, fair friend, you never can be old,įor as you were when first your eye I eyed,įor as you were when we first saw each other,
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