"To me fair ..." Quote of William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
Warwickshire
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summer's pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumns turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd! So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd; For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred: Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. To me, fair friend, you never can be old (l. 1-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
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