Let others sing of Knights and Paladins In aged accents and untimely words, Paint shadows in imaginary lines Which well the reach of their high wits records; But I must sing of thee and those fair eyes; Authentic shall my verse in time to come, When yet th`unborn shall say, "Lo, where she lies Whose beauty made him speak that else was dumb." These are the Arks, the Trophies I erect That fortify thy name against old age, And these thy sacred virtues must protect Against the dark and Time`s consuming rage. Though th`error of my youth they shall discover, Suffice they show I liv`d and was thy lover.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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