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For the Drakes
Wm Shakespeare
Esq
And nothing 'gainst
Then of thy beauty
When I do count
the clock that tells the time
do I question make
And see the brave day sunk
in hideous night
Time's scythe can make defence
That thou among the wastes
When I behold the
violet past prime
of time must go
And sable curls all
silvered o'er with white
Sonnet XII
Save breed to brave him
Since sweets and beauties
When lofty trees I see
barren of leaves
do themselves forsake
Which erst from heat
did canopy the herd
when he takes thee hence
And die as fast as
And summer's green all
girded up in sheaves
they see others grow
Borne on the bier
with white and bristly beard
