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...verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. civ. To me, fair friend, you never can he old ; For as you were, when first your eye I eyed,...summers' pride : Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process of the seasons have I seen ; ITiree April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd. Since...

...anticipating the decay of youth and loveliness, and the intoxicated fervor of Little's lustful orgies:— " To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still."—Shakespeare. Sonnet civ. " So shall I court thy dearest truth, When beauty ceases to engage...

...anticipating the decay of youth and loveliness, and the intoxicated fervor of Little's lustful orgies:— " To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still."—Shakespeare. Sonnet civ. " So shall I court thy dearest truth, When beauty ceases to engage...

...look in it. CIV. 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...summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since...

...before was well ? For to no other pass my verses tend Than of your graces and your gifts to tell ; CIV. 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 summers'...

...And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. CIV. 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 summers' pride...

...tell ; And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...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...

...image he had in his mind, seems to strike up in one's face, hot and odorous, like perfume in a censer. In process of the seasons have I seen Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned. His allusions to Spring are numerous in proportion. We all know the song, containing that fine line,...

...for whom he cherishes so deep a love. Beauty thus at one with Truth is immortal and ever young : '' To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still." Yet he fears, unreasonably, that unsuspected decay may somehow inhere ; notwithstanding he exclaims...