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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