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Those hours that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will place the tyrants to the very same
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,
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 –
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was;
But flowers distill’d, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show – their substance still loves sweet.

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