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... praise. How muchmore praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,' Proving his beauty bysuccession thine! Thiswere tobe new madewhen thouartold, And see thy ...
... praise. How muchmore praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,' Proving his beauty bysuccession thine! Thiswere tobe new madewhen thouartold, And see thy ...
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... saymore that like of hearsay well; I will not praise that purpose not to sell. SONNET. XXII. My glass shall not persuade meI am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look.
... saymore that like of hearsay well; I will not praise that purpose not to sell. SONNET. XXII. My glass shall not persuade meI am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look.
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