Shakespeare's Sonnets Translation Sonnet 68
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, When beauty lived and died as flow'rs do now, Before these bastard signs of fair were born, Or durst inhabit on a living brow; Before the golden tresses of the dead, The right of sepulchers, were shorn away, To live a second life on second head; Ere beauty’s dead fleece made another gay. In him those holy ántique hours are seen, Without all ornament, itself and true, Making no summer of another’s green, Robbing no old to dress his beauty new; And him as for a map doth nature store, To show false art what beauty was of yore.
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