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Sonnets Xvi

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WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rime
In praise of Ladies dead and lovely Knights;
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have exprest
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And for they look'd but with divining eyes,
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Shaun Cronick 28 March 2020
Classic Shakespeare with timeless prose.
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Mizzy ........ 31 August 2016
Masterful poetry! ......
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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