Selfe,so selfe louing were iniquity, T'is thee(my selfe)that for my selfe I praise, Painting my age with beauty of thy daies. |
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When houres haue dreind his blood and fild his brow With lines and wrincles,when his youthfull morne Hath trauaild on to Ages steepie night, And all those beauties whereof now he's King Are vanishing,or vanisht out of sight, Stealing away the treasure of his Spring. For such a time do I now fortifie Against confounding Ages cruell knife, That he shall neuer cut from memory My sweet loues beauty,though my louers life. His beautie shall in these blacke lines be seene, And they shall liue , and he in them still greene. |
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When sometime loftie towers I see downe rased, And brasse eternall slaue to mortall rage. When I haue seene the hungry Ocean gaine Aduantage on the Kingdome of the shoare, And the firme soile win of the watry maine, Increasing store with losse,and losse with store. When I haue seene such interchange of state, Or state it selfe confounded, to decay, Ruine hath taught me thus to ruminate That Time will come and take my loue away. This thought is as a death which cannot choose But weepe to haue,that which it feares to loose. |
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