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Act I, Scene 77

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  • Shakespeare. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, 1065
    Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
    The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
    And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
    The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
    Of mouthed graves will give thee memory; 1070
    Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
    Time's thievish progress to eternity.
    Look, what thy memory can not contain
    Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
    Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain, 1075
    To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
    These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,
    Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book.

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