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Sonnet 63
"Against my love
shall be as I am
now"
Against my love
shall be as I am
now,
With Time's
injurious hand
crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have
drain'd his blood
and fill'd his brow
With lines and
wrinkles; when his
youthful morn
Hath travelled on to
age's steepy night;
And all those
beauties whereof now
he's king
Are vanishing, or
vanished out of
sight,
Stealing away the
treasure of his
spring;
For such a time do I
now fortify
Against confounding
age's cruel knife,
That he shall never
cut from memory
My sweet love's
beauty, though my
lover's life:
His beauty shall in
these black lines be
seen,
And they shall live,
and he in them still
green.
William Shakespeare
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