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05-08-2009, 02:10 AM
Sonnet #16
XVI.br /br /But wherefore do not you a mightier waybr /Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?br /And fortify yourself in your decaybr /With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?br /Now stand you on the top of happy hours,br /And many maiden gardens yet unsetbr /With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,br /Much liker than your painted counterfeit:br /So should the lines of life that life repair,br /Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,br /Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,br /Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.br /To give away yourself keeps yourself still,br /And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
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XVI.br /br /But wherefore do not you a mightier waybr /Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?br /And fortify yourself in your decaybr /With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?br /Now stand you on the top of happy hours,br /And many maiden gardens yet unsetbr /With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,br /Much liker than your painted counterfeit:br /So should the lines of life that life repair,br /Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,br /Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,br /Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.br /To give away yourself keeps yourself still,br /And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
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