SONNET 22 |
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| My glass shall not persuade me I am old, |
| So long as youth and thou are of one date; |
| But when in thee time's furrows I behold, |
| Then look I death my days should expiate. |
| For all that beauty that doth cover thee |
| Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, |
| Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me: |
| How can I then be elder than thou art? |
| O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary |
| As I, not for myself, but for thee will; |
| Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary |
| As tender nurse her babe from faring ill. |
| Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain; |
| Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again. |
Saturday, August 6, 2005
Sunday (or Saturday in the U.S.A)
Where nursing is mentioned in Shakespeare:
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