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To have some fun
Wm Shakespeare
And yet to times in hope
Time doth transfix
Like as the waves
Make towards the pebbled shore
The flourish set on youth
So do our minutes
Hasten to their end
My verse shall stand
And leaves the parallels
Each changing place with
That which goes before
In beauty's brow
In sequent toil
All forwards do contend
Sonnet LX
Praising thy worth
Feeds on the rarities
Nativity once in
The main of light
Of nature's truth
Crawls to maturity
Wherewith being crown'd
Despite his cruel hand
And nothing stands
Crooked eclipses
Gainst his glory fight
But for his scythe to mow
And time that gave doth
Now his gift confound