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