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01-26-2009, 03:10 AM
Sonnet #126
CXXVI.br /br /O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy powerbr /Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;br /Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'stbr /Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;br /If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,br /As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,br /She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skillbr /May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.br /Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!br /She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:br /Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be,br /And her quietus is to render thee.
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CXXVI.br /br /O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy powerbr /Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;br /Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'stbr /Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;br /If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,br /As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,br /She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skillbr /May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.br /Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!br /She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:br /Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be,br /And her quietus is to render thee.
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