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    Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
    Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.

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    But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
    And in themselves their pride lies buried,
    For at a frown they in their glory die.

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    After a thousand victories once foil'd,
    Is from the book of honour razed quite,
    And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:

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    Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
    Now is the time that face should form another;
    Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
    Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.

    For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
    Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
    Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
    Of his self-love, to stop posterity?

    Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
    Calls back the lovely April of her prime:
    So thou through windows of thine age shall see
    Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.

    But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
    Die single, and thine image dies with thee.



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