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When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
When I consider every thing that grows
When I do count the clock that tells the time
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
When in the chronicle of wasted time
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
When my love swears that she is made of truth
When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
Who is it that says most? which can say more
Who will believe my verse in time to come
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
Why is my verse so barren of new pride

Your love and pity doth the impression fill

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