A Book of old English love songs . ?? fltt me not to tfce marriage of true minus Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out evn to the edge of doom: — If this be error, and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved. — William [55] <5 G <* HALL I compare thee to a summersday ?Thou art more lovely and more tem-perate :Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summers lease hath all too shorta date: Sometime too hot the eye of heavenshines, And often is his gold complexion dimmd:And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or natur
A Book of old English love songs . ?? fltt me not to tfce marriage of true minus Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out evn to the edge of doom: — If this be error, and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved. — William [55] <5 G <* HALL I compare thee to a summersday ?Thou art more lovely and more tem-perate :Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summers lease hath all too shorta date: Sometime too hot the eye of heavenshines, And often is his gold complexion dimmd:And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or natures changing course, un-trimmd. But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest; [;6] « ^all 3! compare tytt to a tummztS Da^ * Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou growest: — So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. — William Shakespeare.
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