Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime:
So thou through windows of thine age shall see
Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
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This has now become one of my favorites
I have never been a fan of Mr. Shakespeare until lately. My business partner made me enjoy him because she would recite his sonnets from memory, I have induled in his writings for about 2 years, and noe I love his works. I believe it is time that I studied it for the style of writing. I will be going to school in the fall and my major is theatre. I am glad AP is giving me the opportunity to have a pre-course.
Peace--------->Poetryality
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