The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
Will play the tirants to the very same,
And that unfaire which fairely doth excell:
For never resting time leads Summer on,
To hideious winter and confounds him there,
Sap checkt with frost and lustie leav's quite gon.
Beauty ore-snowed and barenes everywhere,
Then were not summers distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauties effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor noe rememberance what it was.
But flowers distil'd though they with winter meete,
Leese but their show, their substances still lives sweet.
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