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Death , that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there .
Death , that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there .
Side 93
Why should a dog , a horse , a rat , have life , And thou no breath at all ? Thou'lt come no more , Never , never , never , never , never ! Pray you , undo this button : thank you , sir . Do you see this ? Look on her , look , her lips ...
Why should a dog , a horse , a rat , have life , And thou no breath at all ? Thou'lt come no more , Never , never , never , never , never ! Pray you , undo this button : thank you , sir . Do you see this ? Look on her , look , her lips ...
Side 95
O ! how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of battering days , When rocks impregnable are not so stout , Nor gates of steel so strong , but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where , alack , Shall Time's ...
O ! how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of battering days , When rocks impregnable are not so stout , Nor gates of steel so strong , but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where , alack , Shall Time's ...
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