LXV Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Wh...
LXVI Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unha...
LXVII Ah！ wherefore with infection should he live, And with his presence grace impiety, That sin by him advantage should achieve, And lace itself with...
LXVIII Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, When beauty lived and died as flowers do now, Before these bastard signs of fair were born, Or durst...
LXIX Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend； All tongues——the voice of so...
LXX That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair； The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that fli...
LXXI No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world wit...
LXXII O！ lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me, that you should love After my death,——dear love, forget me quite...
LXXIII That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare rui...
LXXIV But be contented： when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away, My life hath in this line some interest, Which for memorial still ...