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Samuel Daniel - Sonnet L: Beauty, Sweet Love
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Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew 
Whose short refresh upon the tender green 
Cheers for a time but till the Sun doth show, 
And straight `tis gone as it had never been. 
Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish; 
Short is the glory of the blushing Rose, 
The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish 
Yet which at length thou must be forc`d to lose. 
When thou surcharg`d with burden of thy years 
Shalt bend thy wrinkles homeward to the earth, 
When Time hath made a passport for thy fears, 
Dated in age the Kalends of our death— 
But, ah, no more: this hath been often told, 
And women grieve to think they must be old.
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