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Act I, Scene 68

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  • Shakespeare. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
    When beauty lived and died as flowers do now, 940
    Before the bastard signs of fair were born,
    Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
    Before the golden tresses of the dead,
    The right of sepulchres, were shorn away,
    To live a second life on second head; 945
    Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay:
    In him those holy antique hours are seen,
    Without all ornament, itself and true,
    Making no summer of another's green,
    Robbing no old to dress his beauty new; 950
    And him as for a map doth Nature store,
    To show false Art what beauty was of yore.

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