But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st. Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st. 12
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm’d; 8
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But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st. Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st. 12
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Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm’d; 8