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It’s Shakes’s birthday today! Help me celebrate 🌸🎶🎸🎩

Earth would be a sad and joyless place without the sweet melody of his verse! And heaven too!

Nor would we know to treasure earth if it weren’t for the poetry that exalts it!

One of my fave sonnets on the immortal youth of love and the process by which all beauty fades and loses the sweet hue of the moment that bred it!

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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,

For as you were when first your eye I ey’d,

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d

In process of the seasons have I seen,

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,

Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv’d,

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv’d;

For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:

Ere you were born was beauty’s

summer dead

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