Those hours,that with gentle work did
frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which faitly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter,and confounds him there;
Sap cheque'd with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone.
Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where:
Then,were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Not it no one remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show;theor substance still lives sweet.
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which faitly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter,and confounds him there;
Sap cheque'd with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone.
Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where:
Then,were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Not it no one remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show;theor substance still lives sweet.