Sonnet .. shakespeare

shakespeare



Sonnet

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there
Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone
Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where
Then, were not summer's distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was
But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.



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