XLVI Let others sing of knights and paladines 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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