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When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, The youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Where an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer, 'This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse', Proving his beauty by succesion thine! This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
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