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2005-11-14 | | Submited by Dana MuČ™at
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou bequile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she is thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou throuhg windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, thy golden time.
But if thou live, remeber'd not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
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