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Friday, January 3, 2003

Sonnet V: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame

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Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
William Shakespeare
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Poetic Sky 20 August 2020
I am too old to understand him, what can I do.
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their substance still lives sweet. A Masterpiece
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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