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William Shakespeare, Sonnet v

These hours that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same,
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And that unfair which fairly doth excel; [*]
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap check'd with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
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Beauty o'ersnow'd, and bareness everywhere:
Then, were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
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Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was.
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet. [*]

Notes

line 4: Unfair: verb, deprive of fairness, of beauty [ Back to text ]

line 14: Leese: lose [ Back to text ]

Most notes to Shakespeare's sonnets are from Charles Knight's edition, but those in square brackets are mine.