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:
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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 distilled though they with winter meet,
Leese but
their show, their substance still lives sweet.
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