Sonnet 63

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Sonnet 63

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Against my love shall be, as I am now With time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn; When hours have drained his blood, and filled his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn Hath travailed 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 bе seen And they shall live, and he in thеm still green

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Writers
  • William Shakespeare