Shakespeare's Sonnets Navigator | Summary of Sonnet 104 in the Table of Contents | Notes for Sonnet 104 |
1 To me, fair friend, you never can be old, 2 For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, 3 Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold 4 Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, 5 Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd 6 In process of the seasons have I seen, 7 Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, 8 Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. 9 Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, 10 Steal from his figure and no pace perceiv'd; 11 So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, 12 Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd: 13 For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; 14 Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead. |
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