Shakespeare, William: II. Sonnet
II. Sonnet (English)When forty winters shall besiege thy brow Then being ask’d, where all thy beauty lies, How much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use, This were to be new made when thou art old,
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II. Sonnet (English)When forty winters shall besiege thy brow Then being ask’d, where all thy beauty lies, How much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use, This were to be new made when thou art old,
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