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05-22-2009, 02:10 AM
Sonnet #22
XXII.br /br /My glass shall not persuade me I am old,br /So long as youth and thou are of one date;br /But when in thee time's furrows I behold,br /Then look I death my days should expiate.br /For all that beauty that doth cover theebr /Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,br /Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:br /How can I then be elder than thou art?br /O, therefore, love, be of thyself so warybr /As I, not for myself, but for thee will;br /Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so charybr /As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.br /Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;br /Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.
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XXII.br /br /My glass shall not persuade me I am old,br /So long as youth and thou are of one date;br /But when in thee time's furrows I behold,br /Then look I death my days should expiate.br /For all that beauty that doth cover theebr /Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,br /Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:br /How can I then be elder than thou art?br /O, therefore, love, be of thyself so warybr /As I, not for myself, but for thee will;br /Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so charybr /As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.br /Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;br /Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.
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