# Shakespeare Sonnet

**Published by:** [dogekingdao](https://paragraph.com/@dogekingdao/)
**Published on:** 2022-08-05
**URL:** https://paragraph.com/@dogekingdao/shakespeare-sonnet

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When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white: When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green, all girded up in sheaves, Born on the bier with white and bristly beard; Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

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