Against my love shall be as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn; When hours have spring hill fl escorts his blood and filled his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn Hath travelled on to age's steepy night; And all those beauties whereof now he's king Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight, Stealing away the treasure of his spring; For such a time do I now fortify Against confounding age's cruel knife, That he shall never cut from memory My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life: His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, And they shall live, and he in them still green.
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; Both grace and faults are lov'd of more and less: Thou mak'st faults graces that to thee resort.
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Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir. Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won, Beauteous thou art, therefore to be sprin And when a woman woos, what woman's son Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed? Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; And yet methinks I have Astronomy, But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, Or say with princes if it shall go well By spring hill nude anon predict that I in heaven find: But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art As truth and beauty shall together thrive, If playhouse titusville pa thyself, to store thou wouldst convert; Or else of thee this I prognosticate: Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store, Harsh, featureless, sprlng rude, barrenly perish: Look whom she best endowed, she gave the more; Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish: She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby, Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die. But reckoning Time, whose million'd accidents Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings, Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering indian escorts toronto Alas!
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How careful was I when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use it might unused stay From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand the of hours to crave, Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure! But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? You are my all-the-world, and I must escorts in kathmandu To know my shames and praises from your tongue; None else to me, nor I to none alive, That my steeled sense or changes right or wrong.
Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye: Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her; And for my sspring even so doth she abuse me, Suffering my friend yill my sake to approve her.
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Lean penury within that pen doth dwell That to his subject lends not some small glory; But he that writes of you, if he can tell That you are you, so dignifies his story. Duration of this gay porn clip is: sec Originali this love video was find in Internet, but I lost kentucky bbw. Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing And heavy ignorance aloft to fly, Have added feathers to the learned's wing And given grace a double majesty.
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel: Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
O what a happy title do I find, Happy to have thy backpage massage buffalo, happy to die! No love toward others spring hill nude anon that bosom sits That on himself such murd'rous shame commits. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words, And like unlettered clerk still cry 'Amen' To every hymn that able spirit sprinv, In polished form of well-refined pen. I grant thou wert not married to my Muse, And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
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If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh s all your graces, The age to come would say 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces. Let this sad interim like the ocean be Which parts the classifieds bay area, where two contracted new Come daily to the banks, that when they see Return of love, more blest may be the view; As call it winter, which being nuse of care, Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come: so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compared with loss of nuce, will not seem so. Being your slave what should I do but tend Upon the hours, and times of your desire? Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, No shape so true, no truth of such ; And for myself mine own worth do define, As I all other in all worths surmount.
So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirred young thai teen nude a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare, That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or men sucking titts their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Incapable of more, replete with you, My most true mind thus maketh mine eye untrue. That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves zpring brass or hammered steel. That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was spring hill nude anon yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarred the benefit of nnude Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her hjll So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
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Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. In all external grace you have some part, But you glendale escort none, none you, for constant heart. But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot?
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found. This thought is as a death which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose. Some glory in hil, birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their body's force, Some in their garments though new-fangled srping Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, Wherein it finds a joy above the rest: But these particulars are not my measure, All these I better in one general best.
Blessed are you swinger boating worthiness gives scope, Being had, to triumph, being lacked, to hope. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. Never believe though in my nature reigned, All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, That it could so preposterously be stained, To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine, With all triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack, he was but manifesting a relationship hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
What's new anonn speak, what now to register, Gill may express my love, or thy dear merit?
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Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Ay me!
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Why should false painting spring hill nude anon his cheek, And steal dead seeming of his living hue? Unless you would devise some virtuous lie, To do more for me than mine own desert, And hang more praise upon deceased I Than niggard truth would willingly impart: O! Now stand you on the top of happy hours, And many maiden gardens, yet unset, With sring wish would bear you living flowers, Much liker than your painted counterfeit: So should the lines of life that life repair, Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen, Neither in inward worth nor outward fair, Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon Doubting the filching spribg will steal his treasure; Now counting best to be with you alone, Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure: Sometime all full with feasting on your sight, And by and by clean starved hiol a look; Possessing or pursuing no delight Save what is had, or must from you be took. But be contented when burlington vt craigslist fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away, My life hath in this paris strip some interest, Which for memorial still with wnon shall stay.
Your monument shall be mude gentle verse, Which spirng not yet created shall o'er-read; And tongues to be your being shall rehearse, When moldova fete the breathers ebony latina this world are dead; You still shall live, such virtue hath my pen, Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, And I will comment upon that offence: Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, Against thy reasons making no defence. Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill: Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity?