My glass shall not persuade me I am oldSo long as youth and thou are of one date;But when in thee Time's furrows I behold,Then look I death my days should expiate.For all that beauty that doth cover theeIs but the seemly raiment of my heart,Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me.How can I then be elder than thou art?O, therefore, love, be of thyself so waryAs I not for myself, but for thee
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