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, , . 1 , 2 . "To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty steel. 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 ween.
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 perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred,
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.", "Journal of Miss Vintage". - .
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