Sonnet #63
Against my luv shl b as I am now
wiv Timez injurious h& crushed & o'erworn,
When hours hv drained his blud & filled his brow
wiv lines & wrinkles, when his Uthful morn
Hath travelled on 2 agez steepy night,
& all those beauties wrof now hez king
R vanishing, / vanished out of sight,
Stealing away d treasure of his spring:
4 such a time do I now 4tify
Against confounding agez cruel knife,
th@ he shl never cut frm memory
My sweet luvz beauty, though my luvrz life.
His beauty shl in these black lines b Cn,
& they shl live, & he in them still green.
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