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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. 5 Sept. 2011
    166. SPEECHLESS says

    In deed shakespear is a genius i love da way he writes

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  2. 5 Sept. 2011
    165. Kid+d.+Com says

    Gud poem

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  3. 2 Sept. 2011
    164. Calvary says

    Very gud and dis is y he is d master of poetry

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  4. 21 Aug. 2011
    163. Oddz says

    Its so so romantic n stil fresh i like it HEY

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  5. 15 Aug. 2011
    162. Majic-flava says

    Shakespeare's its so intrstin,i willin 2 learn mre abt ths poems

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  6. 12 Aug. 2011
    161. 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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