XVII. your parts. Who will believe my verse in time to come, But were fome child of yours alive that time, XVIII. Shall I compare thee to a fummer's day? And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal fummer shall not fade, Nor lofe poffeffion of that fair thou owest, Nor fhall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, |