Shakespeare's Sonnets by William Shakespeare
II. When forty winters shall beseige thy brow

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[1]       When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,
[2]       And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
[3]       Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
[4]       Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
[5]       Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
[6]       Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
[7]       To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
[8]       Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
[9]       How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
[10]      If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
[11]      Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
[12]      Proving his beauty by succession thine!
[13]        This were to be new made when thou art old,
[14]        And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.