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Sonnet 104 by William Shakespeare

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,

For as you were when first your eye I eyed,

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd

In process of the seasons have I seen,

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,

Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:

For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;

Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.


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  1. 30 Dec. 2011
    199. Thandy says

    Quite peculiar english,ddnt undrstnd most wrdz

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  2. 30 Dec. 2011
    198. Konka says

    I dnt thnk ppl wul luv it..coz its a cut nd paste..2 me its nt unique..

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  3. 9 Dec. 2011
    197. £mø+gùr{ says


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  4. 5 Dec. 2011
    196. (*)EXOTIC+BABE(F) says

    8onyc poem bt confusng.i dd it at skwl

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  5. 1 Dec. 2011
    195. Jongi says

    Tjo!!! u rck maan

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  6. 29 Nov. 2011
    194. (*)The+P��Resident(*) says

    Thumbs up 4 shakespeare nt otha dumb guys

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