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Sonnet 104 Shakespeare 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, 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 first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceiv’d; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion and mine eye may be deceiv’d: For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; Ere you were born, was beauty’s summer dead

Print:Giclee on Photo Paper

Size:6 W x 12 H x 0.1 D in

Size with Frame:11.25 W x 17.25 H x 1.2 D in

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