Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old
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...
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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,
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