Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed,

And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed. •••

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest. •••

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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