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William Shakespeare - Sonnet 3: "Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest..."
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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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