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Shakespeare: Sonnet 16

BUT wherefore do not you a mightier way 
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?               |>>>
And fortify yourself in your decay                    |
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?     _  _|_  _
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,         |;|_|;|_|;|
And many maiden gardens yet unset                \\.    .  /
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,\\:  .  /
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:          ||:   |
So should the lines of life that life repair,      ||:.  |
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,        ||:  .|
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,          ||:   |       \,/
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.         ||: , |            /`\
To give away yourself keeps yourself still         ||:   |
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet         ||: . |
skill         __             -WS            ___.   ||_   |
     ____--``    '--``__            __ ----`    ``---,___|_.           
-`--`                   `---__ ,--`'                        `_____-`'
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