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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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166. SPEECHLESS says
In deed shakespear is a genius i love da way he writes
Report this comment165. Kid+d.+Com says
Gud poem
Report this comment164. Calvary says
Very gud and dis is y he is d master of poetry
Report this comment163. Oddz says
Its so so romantic n stil fresh i like it HEY
Report this comment162. Majic-flava says
Shakespeare's its so intrstin,i willin 2 learn mre abt ths poems
Report this comment161. o.m.g says
love that poem to the max al becouse of my english educator Ms Damons from lentegeur secondary school thank you ms nd yoza love all the stories nd poems keep up with the good work frm charne Gooman mwah
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