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| As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st, | 1 |
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| In one of thine, from that which thou departest; |
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| And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st, |
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| Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest, |
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| Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase; | 5 |
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| Without this folly, age, and cold decay: |
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| If all were minded so, the times should cease |
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| And threescore year would make the world away. |
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| Let those whom nature hath not made for store, |
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| Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish: | 10 |
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| Look, whom she best endow'd, she gave thee more; |
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| Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish: |
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 She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby, |
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| Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die. |
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