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.