William Shakespeare
Warwickshire
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Sonnet Lxxvii

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Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
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Mariyam Reyshma 04 December 2015
Every word means a lot.
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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