To His Love（1/2）

Willia Shakespeare

Whenthe icle of wasted ti

I see descriptions of the fairest wights,

Ay akg beautiful old rhy

In praise of dies dead, and lovely knights;

Thenthe bzon of sweet beautys best

Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,

I see their antique pen would have exprest

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