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“When I do count the clock, that tells the time,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I behold the violet past prime,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And summers green all girded up in sheaves<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Born on the bier with white and bristly beard,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then of thy beauty do I question make,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That thou among the wastes of time must go,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And die as fast as they see others grow;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Save breed, to brave him when he takes you hence.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sonnet LXV.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But sad mortality o’er-sways their power,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O fearful meditation! where, alack, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O, none, unless this miracle have might,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
William Shakespeare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Shakespeare was born on April 23, 1564 and by the way, the word <\/p>\n\n\n\n
“defence” is not a typo, rather it’s the Kings English. Islander.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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