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Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part!
Our love shall live, and later life Nay, I have done, you get no more of renew."
And I am glad, yea, glad, with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever, cancel all our
And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair1 from fair sometime de
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;2
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st? 1 beauty.
Kissing with golden face the meadows. green,
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's Gilding pale streams with heavenly al
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine; The region3 cloud hath masked him from
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staineth.
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
For thy sweet love remembered such The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; wealth brings When sometime lofty towers I see down
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, 5 For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long-since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense1 of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er 10 The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry:
As, to behold desert a beggar born,